Hm
As much as I've tried to update each and every single day, it's beginning to get harder and harder. My brain is running short of topics, my creativity supply is running low. I need a refill, but thats just imipossible. I don't know what to talk about at all. I mean I would reminice about the good old days when I was younger because my brother, mom and I were speaking of it today, but nothing would be understood by any of you, none of you knew me then. You know me now, but that wouldn't help.
On another note, of sheer randomness may I add, I feel as if I'm becoming antisocial and drfiting away from friends. I don't know if anyone noticed this or not, but I get cranky sometimes then you all IM me at the wrong time and I just ignore you. I think about 3 people at the most I talk to online. But that would be all. Lauren and I have been talking more, we may hang out tomorrow; the day I have a day off on thankfully. My school has become somewhat lazy and they've begun to just give us days off just for the hell of it. How great is that? I like my school for that. Heh that may be the only thing I like about it. :/
Quickly! SOMEONE THINK OF SOMETHING FOR ME TO SAY.
Hurry little people in my head, pull out ideas from the filing cabinet in my brain. Make me think of numerous topics to talk about to the many people that read this. Well many meaning like Branch. :] Well at least he reads it. Thanks Branch.
Okay thats it, I'm going to tell you all what we talked about today, are you ready? You think you're ready for this?! Okay here goes nothing.
I was laying on the floor of my living room that is [okay not mine, since I technically don't own the house, they do but wudev] anyways, so here I am, laying on the floor, when out of nowhere I begin to mention my lovely accident I had on my old block. You know the one where my brother and I were playing "combinations" on our bicycles. Okay let me first explain to you all what combinations is:
Basically, it's a game thats just like follow the leader, only more dangerous, you do whatever the other person does, regardless of how dangerous it is. :] So yes, we were on our bikes, playing combinations, when suddenly my brother does this sharp turn in to Lorie's front yard/driveway. I decide to copy him and do the same. So I pull my handlebars quickly to make a sharp turn, unfortunately I didn't make that turn and ended up falling off the bike and breaking my two front teeth. YES they still are like that. But bonded so half fake, half real. All I can remember is my next door neighbor George mowing his lawn while his wife was fixing up the flowers as she usually did. Then all of a sudden everything stopped when I fell. The lawnmower stopped, the sounds stopped; Karen[George's wife] suddenly runs over to see if I'm okay. Of course I'm like crying. Duh. I get in the house, only to find my mother yelling at me for something I did on accident. I look in the mirror and behold the horrid damage I did to my face. I just say 3 words and walk out of the room "Oh my God". She then calls the dentist to make an appointment and in the car we go. She's yelling at me on the way there, not making anything better like a "nurturing" mother should be doing. Instead shes telling me how worthless I am, how much money I'm going to cost her, how she was right and I was wrong. Well you know thats the whole point of growing up [no, not busting your teeth, learning from mistakes imbiciles]. But we get in there, fix me up and I'm good.
Then we move on to the topic of how Ryan, Michael, and Andrew and I were all great buddies. I miss those guys. :]. We used to play kick ball outside in the front yard. The hill being first base, the tree second, and our tree third; the fence home. And I bring up how Andrew and I used to have our made up soccer game. The objective was to kick the ball as far as you could and the other person would have to run and chase after it without stopping, if it stopped the other team gets the point.
Then I remember how Ryan and I constantly blockaded the entire block so our rivals wouldn't pass through. And we would have our little song "Uh oh, oh no, here comes the danger patrol" seems corny now, but it was all we had then.
Okay so that was basically a short update with fond memories of the past. And many more to come. I often recall the past. I long for it again. I don't see why I am not as content with life now. I am happy, or well I think.
On another note, of sheer randomness may I add, I feel as if I'm becoming antisocial and drfiting away from friends. I don't know if anyone noticed this or not, but I get cranky sometimes then you all IM me at the wrong time and I just ignore you. I think about 3 people at the most I talk to online. But that would be all. Lauren and I have been talking more, we may hang out tomorrow; the day I have a day off on thankfully. My school has become somewhat lazy and they've begun to just give us days off just for the hell of it. How great is that? I like my school for that. Heh that may be the only thing I like about it. :/
Quickly! SOMEONE THINK OF SOMETHING FOR ME TO SAY.
Hurry little people in my head, pull out ideas from the filing cabinet in my brain. Make me think of numerous topics to talk about to the many people that read this. Well many meaning like Branch. :] Well at least he reads it. Thanks Branch.
Okay thats it, I'm going to tell you all what we talked about today, are you ready? You think you're ready for this?! Okay here goes nothing.
I was laying on the floor of my living room that is [okay not mine, since I technically don't own the house, they do but wudev] anyways, so here I am, laying on the floor, when out of nowhere I begin to mention my lovely accident I had on my old block. You know the one where my brother and I were playing "combinations" on our bicycles. Okay let me first explain to you all what combinations is:
Basically, it's a game thats just like follow the leader, only more dangerous, you do whatever the other person does, regardless of how dangerous it is. :] So yes, we were on our bikes, playing combinations, when suddenly my brother does this sharp turn in to Lorie's front yard/driveway. I decide to copy him and do the same. So I pull my handlebars quickly to make a sharp turn, unfortunately I didn't make that turn and ended up falling off the bike and breaking my two front teeth. YES they still are like that. But bonded so half fake, half real. All I can remember is my next door neighbor George mowing his lawn while his wife was fixing up the flowers as she usually did. Then all of a sudden everything stopped when I fell. The lawnmower stopped, the sounds stopped; Karen[George's wife] suddenly runs over to see if I'm okay. Of course I'm like crying. Duh. I get in the house, only to find my mother yelling at me for something I did on accident. I look in the mirror and behold the horrid damage I did to my face. I just say 3 words and walk out of the room "Oh my God". She then calls the dentist to make an appointment and in the car we go. She's yelling at me on the way there, not making anything better like a "nurturing" mother should be doing. Instead shes telling me how worthless I am, how much money I'm going to cost her, how she was right and I was wrong. Well you know thats the whole point of growing up [no, not busting your teeth, learning from mistakes imbiciles]. But we get in there, fix me up and I'm good.
Then we move on to the topic of how Ryan, Michael, and Andrew and I were all great buddies. I miss those guys. :]. We used to play kick ball outside in the front yard. The hill being first base, the tree second, and our tree third; the fence home. And I bring up how Andrew and I used to have our made up soccer game. The objective was to kick the ball as far as you could and the other person would have to run and chase after it without stopping, if it stopped the other team gets the point.
Then I remember how Ryan and I constantly blockaded the entire block so our rivals wouldn't pass through. And we would have our little song "Uh oh, oh no, here comes the danger patrol" seems corny now, but it was all we had then.
Okay so that was basically a short update with fond memories of the past. And many more to come. I often recall the past. I long for it again. I don't see why I am not as content with life now. I am happy, or well I think.