I forget about where it all began.
We were in Maine this weekend, sleeping in a tent that I had been trying to forget for weeks, a year ago. I don't have much to say about Maine, or the 4th of July. I don't like July 4th. John, Rich, Bunny and I drove out to the beach, to see the fireworks.. John didn't want to search for a parking place so we parked on a different part of the beach thus beginning the fated separation.. Bunny said the part of the beach we wanted to get to was this way, John said it was the other.. We were walking through brush to get to this supposed beach John was going towards.. And I got pissed because I was wearing a skirt and sandals, thus my feet were getting grinded by wet sand and whispy grass. I turned around. Bunny went with me. Rich caught up to us. John was angry and he continued walking. We never got to the beach, in fact we got lost, we went back to where we parked and the jeep was gone.. So for ten minutes, Rich, Bunny and I were stranded on the road at 11 at night, in Maine.. Now if that isn't close to nature, I don't know what is..
John drove by and found us later.. But this is one of the many situations which evoked some fighting words amongst us.
In conclusion, I am never bringing my boyfriend to Maine again. It is as cursed as Yee Ole Greenhouse is.
I finished the first book on the AP english list - Lovely Bones. I have a feeling it's going to be the most interesting out of the selection..
The freakiest thing of all is that my dad is flying out here, tomorrow, to take the train with me to New York.. My Dad, My mom and her wife, my brother and his fiancee and me and Rich are all going out to dinner, tomorrow night. My dad's never been to my house.. He doesn't really know me.. I think he's going to be embarassed. I don't know what to say but that anxiety and a sense of amusement reign a smirkiness that borders the same part of me which sings "GET A JOB".. I don't want to talk about this weekend, about this week.. I just want to say I've been writing so much, and even though I hate everything that's been happening, I'm fucking joyful in my writing. I can behead all the fuckers I can't stand lately, in my writing.. I'M CRUSHING YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
John drove by and found us later.. But this is one of the many situations which evoked some fighting words amongst us.
In conclusion, I am never bringing my boyfriend to Maine again. It is as cursed as Yee Ole Greenhouse is.
I finished the first book on the AP english list - Lovely Bones. I have a feeling it's going to be the most interesting out of the selection..
The freakiest thing of all is that my dad is flying out here, tomorrow, to take the train with me to New York.. My Dad, My mom and her wife, my brother and his fiancee and me and Rich are all going out to dinner, tomorrow night. My dad's never been to my house.. He doesn't really know me.. I think he's going to be embarassed. I don't know what to say but that anxiety and a sense of amusement reign a smirkiness that borders the same part of me which sings "GET A JOB".. I don't want to talk about this weekend, about this week.. I just want to say I've been writing so much, and even though I hate everything that's been happening, I'm fucking joyful in my writing. I can behead all the fuckers I can't stand lately, in my writing.. I'M CRUSHING YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!