I'm taking her home with me, dressed in white...
Eh, I went to the annual family corn bake. Its getting more and more boring for me. I have nothing to do there, no one is my age. They are all much older or much younger than me.. boo.
The cornbakes are notorious for turning into a drinking party. My personal family and a few others in our family don't drink, but those that do are drunk as hell.
For instants, my Uncle Ted. He's a bit of a pothead, one might say. Not literally, just a silly man. He comes and sits next to me while I'm reading my summer assignment, probably on his 8th beer (no I'm not joking..).
......
Ted: (mumbles incoherently like he sometimes does)
Michelle : Huh?
Ted: (mumbles incoherently again, saying the same thing, but this time I think he's asking me if I can drive yet, so I nod yes, but then he proceeds to stare blankly at me)
Ted: What grade are you in now? (coherent this time)
Michelle: Going into 11th.
Ted: That makes you... (stops, processes) 16?
Michelle: Yeah... I'm 16.
(Silence, Michelle puts her hand next to her head so she won't catch him trying to look at her to make conversation)
Ted: Have any beer yet tonight?
Michelle: No, I'm alright thanks... I've been drinking Pepsi all day and thats just great with me.
(Ted goes to get more beer)
......LATER......
(Ted sits down)
Ted: Are you reading a dirty book?
Michelle: (sarcastically) Yes. For school.
(Michelle's dad walks in and sits down near them)
Ted: (to Michelle's dad) You know she's reading a dirty book for school? (hint of sarcasm)
Michelle's dad: (sarcastic as usual) Oh, yeah! You know school these days. Some new kinda course. That and I taught her well (winks & grins).
......
My life is crazy, but humorous.
I wrote a poem for Dev / Indi about a friend they lost due to Dev telling me about a dream he had. It inspired me to write about my feelings about lost loved ones too, and it came out really well, but I'm not going to share it on here.
I hope my home girl is ok.. I haven't heard from her today. I wish I could hug her as tight as possible (and not hurt her, of course) and let her know how much I love her. If anything happened to her, I don't know what I'd do. I honestly don't.
Yeah so um. Oh! My aunt gave me this really cool gothic looking watch. Funny how it happened, but she's a funny lady. My entire family is funny, and I love them for that. In definitely, I do.
I really don't wanna go to church tomorrow. I really hate going to church. Fuckfuckfuck. I can't even fake sick. I have to be deadly sick to be able to stay home. In my entire life, I've probably only ever missed 6 or 8 sundays of church. Thats 16x52, plus an extra week or 2 for the leap years. Around 833 times I've gone to church. Against my will. I'm pretty pathetic.
Thats another thing I've been thinking about. When I was at the farm, I realized how my entire family is Christian, and we have a HUGE family, we're talking at least 40 people were there - and I realized how much I'd disappoint them if they knew my religion. Don't get me wrong, it won't change me, but I just hope if I ever really let them know, they'll accept me.
The cornbakes are notorious for turning into a drinking party. My personal family and a few others in our family don't drink, but those that do are drunk as hell.
For instants, my Uncle Ted. He's a bit of a pothead, one might say. Not literally, just a silly man. He comes and sits next to me while I'm reading my summer assignment, probably on his 8th beer (no I'm not joking..).
......
Ted: (mumbles incoherently like he sometimes does)
Michelle : Huh?
Ted: (mumbles incoherently again, saying the same thing, but this time I think he's asking me if I can drive yet, so I nod yes, but then he proceeds to stare blankly at me)
Ted: What grade are you in now? (coherent this time)
Michelle: Going into 11th.
Ted: That makes you... (stops, processes) 16?
Michelle: Yeah... I'm 16.
(Silence, Michelle puts her hand next to her head so she won't catch him trying to look at her to make conversation)
Ted: Have any beer yet tonight?
Michelle: No, I'm alright thanks... I've been drinking Pepsi all day and thats just great with me.
(Ted goes to get more beer)
......LATER......
(Ted sits down)
Ted: Are you reading a dirty book?
Michelle: (sarcastically) Yes. For school.
(Michelle's dad walks in and sits down near them)
Ted: (to Michelle's dad) You know she's reading a dirty book for school? (hint of sarcasm)
Michelle's dad: (sarcastic as usual) Oh, yeah! You know school these days. Some new kinda course. That and I taught her well (winks & grins).
......
My life is crazy, but humorous.
I wrote a poem for Dev / Indi about a friend they lost due to Dev telling me about a dream he had. It inspired me to write about my feelings about lost loved ones too, and it came out really well, but I'm not going to share it on here.
I hope my home girl is ok.. I haven't heard from her today. I wish I could hug her as tight as possible (and not hurt her, of course) and let her know how much I love her. If anything happened to her, I don't know what I'd do. I honestly don't.
Yeah so um. Oh! My aunt gave me this really cool gothic looking watch. Funny how it happened, but she's a funny lady. My entire family is funny, and I love them for that. In definitely, I do.
I really don't wanna go to church tomorrow. I really hate going to church. Fuckfuckfuck. I can't even fake sick. I have to be deadly sick to be able to stay home. In my entire life, I've probably only ever missed 6 or 8 sundays of church. Thats 16x52, plus an extra week or 2 for the leap years. Around 833 times I've gone to church. Against my will. I'm pretty pathetic.
Thats another thing I've been thinking about. When I was at the farm, I realized how my entire family is Christian, and we have a HUGE family, we're talking at least 40 people were there - and I realized how much I'd disappoint them if they knew my religion. Don't get me wrong, it won't change me, but I just hope if I ever really let them know, they'll accept me.