WRAOIHFjknwtgspu jom;vrygkjvtf[;'/
Uh, highlights of the past week: My birthday on Saturday and Rupert's burfday on Tuesday.
Now, how many of you who read this think that's pretty fucked up to talk to one of your friends only when you have trouble with your boyfriend? Otherwise, you have nothing to say to me, huh? Everyone's too slow to actually realize what I'm saying half the time, anyway. I could be talking about them right in their faces and they wouldn't know and this upsets me. Wendy knows how it goes down in da hood. I don't like this at all. I also don't like how people like to keep secrets from me. This isn't a very intelligent post, but if I use my usual writing, then no one will understand what I'm saying. Well, actually, I'm wrong about what I just said. Let me correct myself;when you don't have a boyfriend you talk to me, but when you have one everything is very quiet. But then, all of a sudden, YOU HAVE TO ASK ME SO MANY QUESTIONS AND YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME. As if I know anything about that subject, anyway.
Alright, well, there's my outburst.
On Sunday, madre, padre, and I took a drive to Monroe to check out come houses. We found this place that was huge. It was like a development. Now, when I say this place was huge, I mean HUGE. But unfortanatley, I saw the golf course and screamed RETIREMENT HOME! Madre told me to shutup. You can't just get into this place, they have to have those little barriers that go up and down, like, a toll booth on the highway. Padre asked where the Sales Department was and we drove into the development searching for it. Luckily, we didn't have to do much searching. Heh. I decided to wait in the car in hope that they would come out quickly with a brochure and we'd be on our way. About a half an hour I sit in this stifling hot car. I decide to get out and walk inside. I see my dad talking to the lady at the desk and I walked over. I was looking around and saw two couches. They looked comfortable and squashy. I would've sat down,but they're was this guy of about 15 with his mother and father there.This guy was wearing a sweater with the sleeves rolled up. There were patches of red on his cheeks. And he had a water bottle pressed against his face. He had pretty, dark blue eyes and brown hair. In otherwords, I didn't go back to the car because he was hot. I think him and his mother were laughing at me though. I was sitting on a stool right next to the couches and madre was walking back to the car instead of coming back inside the Sales House after looking inside some of the houses. I told padre to let her wait at the car for a while and then she can come back in here and get us. And then, he's said that sometimes he feels like doing that and that she would get mad so, we had to leave. Right after I said to let her go and come to us this guy and his mom start laughing. And when they were talking they were whispering. I kinda got mad,too. I could sense this lady staring at me, like I was some kind of mental escaped convict murderer. I was going to turn around, but I thought better of it. But I was looking at her from the corner of my eye, just to make sure and not make a fool out of myself. Heh, I was reluctant to leave. Anyway, like I'll ever see that blessing from God again. It would be nice to, though. Haha. I think I'm mental. It wasn't until we were on our way out that I noticed the guy at the booth looked like a undertaker.
Keep the Dream Alive. <3
Now, how many of you who read this think that's pretty fucked up to talk to one of your friends only when you have trouble with your boyfriend? Otherwise, you have nothing to say to me, huh? Everyone's too slow to actually realize what I'm saying half the time, anyway. I could be talking about them right in their faces and they wouldn't know and this upsets me. Wendy knows how it goes down in da hood. I don't like this at all. I also don't like how people like to keep secrets from me. This isn't a very intelligent post, but if I use my usual writing, then no one will understand what I'm saying. Well, actually, I'm wrong about what I just said. Let me correct myself;when you don't have a boyfriend you talk to me, but when you have one everything is very quiet. But then, all of a sudden, YOU HAVE TO ASK ME SO MANY QUESTIONS AND YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME. As if I know anything about that subject, anyway.
Alright, well, there's my outburst.
On Sunday, madre, padre, and I took a drive to Monroe to check out come houses. We found this place that was huge. It was like a development. Now, when I say this place was huge, I mean HUGE. But unfortanatley, I saw the golf course and screamed RETIREMENT HOME! Madre told me to shutup. You can't just get into this place, they have to have those little barriers that go up and down, like, a toll booth on the highway. Padre asked where the Sales Department was and we drove into the development searching for it. Luckily, we didn't have to do much searching. Heh. I decided to wait in the car in hope that they would come out quickly with a brochure and we'd be on our way. About a half an hour I sit in this stifling hot car. I decide to get out and walk inside. I see my dad talking to the lady at the desk and I walked over. I was looking around and saw two couches. They looked comfortable and squashy. I would've sat down,but they're was this guy of about 15 with his mother and father there.This guy was wearing a sweater with the sleeves rolled up. There were patches of red on his cheeks. And he had a water bottle pressed against his face. He had pretty, dark blue eyes and brown hair. In otherwords, I didn't go back to the car because he was hot. I think him and his mother were laughing at me though. I was sitting on a stool right next to the couches and madre was walking back to the car instead of coming back inside the Sales House after looking inside some of the houses. I told padre to let her wait at the car for a while and then she can come back in here and get us. And then, he's said that sometimes he feels like doing that and that she would get mad so, we had to leave. Right after I said to let her go and come to us this guy and his mom start laughing. And when they were talking they were whispering. I kinda got mad,too. I could sense this lady staring at me, like I was some kind of mental escaped convict murderer. I was going to turn around, but I thought better of it. But I was looking at her from the corner of my eye, just to make sure and not make a fool out of myself. Heh, I was reluctant to leave. Anyway, like I'll ever see that blessing from God again. It would be nice to, though. Haha. I think I'm mental. It wasn't until we were on our way out that I noticed the guy at the booth looked like a undertaker.
Keep the Dream Alive. <3