a letter home to my mom
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Dear mom,
Hello! It’s me. Yes, your little ray of sunshine, your little book worm, your little….something or other, I’m sure there were other endearments that you used to call me but I can’t remember them all…your little accident, maybe? I don’t know. Anyway, it’s been a while since I last drew up the nerve to write to you (because your response to that letter scared me a bit, I have to admit…I really don’t think I need to know about everything you’re doing, ok? Or, should I say, everyone you’re doing?? And come on! My 6th grade science teacher? You do know he’s married, right?). So I thought I’d sit down here between classes and tell you that life is wonderful for me and no, I’m not coming home for the summer and yes I’ve met someone and we are deliriously happy with each other. At least, that’s what I would write if it were true. Well, it’s mostly true, at least the part about me not coming home for the summer, anyway. And the part about me having met someone, but being deliriously happy with each other? After all the cynicism I learned from a certain person (yes, that’s you, mom) as I was growing up…how can I be that happy with anyone? But I’m trying, which is more than I ever thought possible of myself.
So, on to other things.
Classes are going well, and I’m actually taking notes and studying this semester. It’s a huge change from last semester, but I have the urge to succeed right now and instead of letting my eyes wander to something that will interest me more than schoolwork, I am keeping my focus. Focus? What’s that? Don’t worry, mom. It has two syllables and more than four letters, so you wouldn’t know what it means, anyway.
But I suppose I should keep this letter short, considering you can’t pay attention to anything long enough for it to really matter.
And yes, there is a reason I didn’t send you a birthday present last August. That reason would be that I really don’t consider vodka to be an appropriate present, and since that’s all I know you like, I didn’t send anything.
No hard feelings,
Chris
So, that’s what I wanted to send, but instead it came out like this:
Hey mom,
Everything’s cool. Not coming home for summer. Hope you had a nice birthday.
Lots of love,
Chris
*twitches with frustration* i wrote this entry/letter in a word document in the library...*twitch* it. capitalized. things. right. *twitch* i wanna go through and make everything lowercase...*twitch* but that would *twitch* take too long. *twitch* it annoys me.
AND NOW....
someting to cheer me up....
kittens!!!
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lol.^^^this is something i'd do to my cat...^^^
awww....