not so fast...schnauzo want some mo'!
I haven't written in a while, there isn't much to say. Things are lacking substance lately it seems, I don't have stories to tell or maybe I just don't find myself as interesting as I used to. There are 7 days left of school, regular shitty school. That's it, then we rehearse and then the picnic and then it's over. I couldn't be more happy. I'll feel a lot more complete.
I got to spend time with Kirsten yesterday, my niece is awesome. She's grounded for a month because she snuck out with a friend at 1 in the morning to hang another friend's underwear and bras all over the neighborhood. I spoiled her a bit when I found out, because of course the same thing had already happened to her and according to her mom it was funny and she had to pick up all of her things strung out everywhere. But when she does it it's mean and spiteful and blah blah. It's just a jokey joke. And she has to pay for new stuff out of her babysitting money. I hate when justice isn't served, my niece is the most intelligent awesome like-me 11 year old I know. I love that girl and I can't wait until she gets even older, I can totally see us having a close aunt to niece bond when we're both adults and such.
My hair went from Kool-aid red to brown with lighter highlights in a matter of days. I'm flighty, and my parents are picky since it's graduation time. I love them though. I really think a lot of my family these days. Such is growing up, I guess. It seems for the first time in forever I feel an actual bond with my parents, they actually understand me and it makes us so much closer and the relationship better.
The tornadoes suck but haven't affected me yet, I say this as one's probably forming this very moment in spite of me.
Spent a lot of quality time with Kyla lately, it's been awesome. I'm waiting to hear from her right now, if I get impatient enough I'll call first. I came home for a little bit and my parents went to take my grandma out to eat...yeah no thanks, I'll pass on family style buffett. Yick, food just sounds bad right now, I don't feel good. Yeah, my grandma's here for my graduation already and I don't graduate until the 27th and she's not leaving until sometime in June. I told Kyla and her mom I'm living there for that span of time. My grandma's just eerie, from her voice to her eyes to everything. When I was little and she didn't have dentures she had witchy looking teeth and when we'd go to her house I'd hide my head in my mom's arms the entire time...too scared to even look. She's not really as close with us as my maternal grandma...now that's one sweet lady that I miss. Grandpa too. This past weekend is dedicated to them. May 10 would have been my grandpa's 91st birthday and the 11th was the first Mother's Day my grandma hasn't been alive for.
So, what's everyone's thoughts on possibly getting fired for taking 8 packets of ranch from work for your brother who eats only M.R.E.s three times a day and is fighting overseas for your freedom? Yeah, as of right now Pizza Hut can kiss my ass. I guess I can pay for the ranch, but how about we tally up all of the medium cheese pizzas he made after we were told we could only make personal pans and the ranchs he dipped his pizza in and we can both pay our debts to Pizza Hut. Dick.
Until next week.
I got to spend time with Kirsten yesterday, my niece is awesome. She's grounded for a month because she snuck out with a friend at 1 in the morning to hang another friend's underwear and bras all over the neighborhood. I spoiled her a bit when I found out, because of course the same thing had already happened to her and according to her mom it was funny and she had to pick up all of her things strung out everywhere. But when she does it it's mean and spiteful and blah blah. It's just a jokey joke. And she has to pay for new stuff out of her babysitting money. I hate when justice isn't served, my niece is the most intelligent awesome like-me 11 year old I know. I love that girl and I can't wait until she gets even older, I can totally see us having a close aunt to niece bond when we're both adults and such.
My hair went from Kool-aid red to brown with lighter highlights in a matter of days. I'm flighty, and my parents are picky since it's graduation time. I love them though. I really think a lot of my family these days. Such is growing up, I guess. It seems for the first time in forever I feel an actual bond with my parents, they actually understand me and it makes us so much closer and the relationship better.
The tornadoes suck but haven't affected me yet, I say this as one's probably forming this very moment in spite of me.
Spent a lot of quality time with Kyla lately, it's been awesome. I'm waiting to hear from her right now, if I get impatient enough I'll call first. I came home for a little bit and my parents went to take my grandma out to eat...yeah no thanks, I'll pass on family style buffett. Yick, food just sounds bad right now, I don't feel good. Yeah, my grandma's here for my graduation already and I don't graduate until the 27th and she's not leaving until sometime in June. I told Kyla and her mom I'm living there for that span of time. My grandma's just eerie, from her voice to her eyes to everything. When I was little and she didn't have dentures she had witchy looking teeth and when we'd go to her house I'd hide my head in my mom's arms the entire time...too scared to even look. She's not really as close with us as my maternal grandma...now that's one sweet lady that I miss. Grandpa too. This past weekend is dedicated to them. May 10 would have been my grandpa's 91st birthday and the 11th was the first Mother's Day my grandma hasn't been alive for.
So, what's everyone's thoughts on possibly getting fired for taking 8 packets of ranch from work for your brother who eats only M.R.E.s three times a day and is fighting overseas for your freedom? Yeah, as of right now Pizza Hut can kiss my ass. I guess I can pay for the ranch, but how about we tally up all of the medium cheese pizzas he made after we were told we could only make personal pans and the ranchs he dipped his pizza in and we can both pay our debts to Pizza Hut. Dick.
Until next week.