time for my monthly update, eh?
i looked back at my last entry, and realized i shouldve edited it, because the same day i made it, i got accepted into keene. but cheer for me until im actually in the dorm room because...
3rd quarter was the worst report card i had ever gotten. had a 10th grade version of myself seen that i had gotten 2 Fs and a C+ in band, i wouldve slapped myself silly, and then beaten myself up. sure there are reasons why i didnt do so well, but there just excuses - if i had time to lay around and watch tv, then i had time to do homework. now theres the possibility of keene "unaccepting" me. but i guess its better that i fall on my face now while im young instead of when im older, right?
i discovered why ive been sick all the time - my beloved friend milk, is now my "enemy." i didnt know that you could develop lactose intolerance; i thought you were born with it or you werent. it sucks because now i have to take yet another pill with pretty much everything that i eat. why do you have to be so mean to me milk?? i love you!
and speaking of mean things, my mom and i keep have falling-outs. it sucks because i love but i dont want to be around her because anything that i say could start a fight. she already kicked steve and me out once. then we got back together, then less than a week later, shes yelling/scolding/being mean to me again. and today she asks me via email if im spending mothers day with her. i dont know...
and sandi is just depressing to be around. not only is she flat out homely looking when she does squat all day (which is everyday), its like she wants people to pity her. shes not going back to work because she "has a bad back" and had her gallbladder out. psh. there are jobs you can get that all you do is sit! what, you cant sit? its what you do all day! she doesnt even clean or cook. i take the cooking part back. she makes jello. and she drinks, i kid you not, 4-6 beers AT LEAST 4 nights a week. and shes tiny. now kids, if you remember health class, lotsa beer + small person = drunk. and there are CASES (thats 36 beers to a case) of beer downstairs.
and now my dad might be losing his job. again. his boss's wife wants to relocate so she can work. the thing is that theyre millionaires and she doesnt have to work. (yes i know some people like the benefits and the joy and whatnot that comes with working. but shes not a nurse or anything - shes a banker, if that helps to paint the picture more.) so if my dad loses his job, he might be moving - he goes wherever he can find a job.
but im not sad or anything. life feels pretty normal. steve treats me really well. in fact, i'll be living with him this summer, assuming that he finds an apartment. he has a job lined up as soon as he gets his aircraft mechanic certification - he just needs to pass 3 or 4 more tests (out of 6). im so proud of him though. too often kids dont know what they want to do, but he does, and im proud to see him taking the steps to achieve one of his goals. :-)
3rd quarter was the worst report card i had ever gotten. had a 10th grade version of myself seen that i had gotten 2 Fs and a C+ in band, i wouldve slapped myself silly, and then beaten myself up. sure there are reasons why i didnt do so well, but there just excuses - if i had time to lay around and watch tv, then i had time to do homework. now theres the possibility of keene "unaccepting" me. but i guess its better that i fall on my face now while im young instead of when im older, right?
i discovered why ive been sick all the time - my beloved friend milk, is now my "enemy." i didnt know that you could develop lactose intolerance; i thought you were born with it or you werent. it sucks because now i have to take yet another pill with pretty much everything that i eat. why do you have to be so mean to me milk?? i love you!
and speaking of mean things, my mom and i keep have falling-outs. it sucks because i love but i dont want to be around her because anything that i say could start a fight. she already kicked steve and me out once. then we got back together, then less than a week later, shes yelling/scolding/being mean to me again. and today she asks me via email if im spending mothers day with her. i dont know...
and sandi is just depressing to be around. not only is she flat out homely looking when she does squat all day (which is everyday), its like she wants people to pity her. shes not going back to work because she "has a bad back" and had her gallbladder out. psh. there are jobs you can get that all you do is sit! what, you cant sit? its what you do all day! she doesnt even clean or cook. i take the cooking part back. she makes jello. and she drinks, i kid you not, 4-6 beers AT LEAST 4 nights a week. and shes tiny. now kids, if you remember health class, lotsa beer + small person = drunk. and there are CASES (thats 36 beers to a case) of beer downstairs.
and now my dad might be losing his job. again. his boss's wife wants to relocate so she can work. the thing is that theyre millionaires and she doesnt have to work. (yes i know some people like the benefits and the joy and whatnot that comes with working. but shes not a nurse or anything - shes a banker, if that helps to paint the picture more.) so if my dad loses his job, he might be moving - he goes wherever he can find a job.
but im not sad or anything. life feels pretty normal. steve treats me really well. in fact, i'll be living with him this summer, assuming that he finds an apartment. he has a job lined up as soon as he gets his aircraft mechanic certification - he just needs to pass 3 or 4 more tests (out of 6). im so proud of him though. too often kids dont know what they want to do, but he does, and im proud to see him taking the steps to achieve one of his goals. :-)