Mar 27, 2005 16:05
HAPPY EASTER! Mine started off as shit. We have this tradition that every Easter me and my brother walk down the hall (or stairs since we moved) holding hands on Easter morning. My mom always takes liek 15 million pictures. This year tho he wasn't here in the morning and I refused to walk down the stairs alone. So here I am crying my eyes out demanding that my dad bring my basket upstairs. Thank cripes my cousins and shtuff went to church cause I was a mess. We finally compromised by not taking pictures and I went down stairs, went through my basket, and called Mitch. He was still in Baltimore and I feel kinda bad because I was crying to hard to talk to him. I also felt bad because the contents of my Easter basket were neglected for a bit. Speaking of my basket it included
-Chicken soup for the teenage soul 4
-Perfume
-tennis balls
-tooth brush
-spiderman playing cards
-acoustic guitar strap that i bought with my mom
-and lotsa candy
The items that were to big to fit in my basket were
-shirt for the GAP that I also bought w/ my mom
-pjs
-I GOT A BIKE!!!!!!! but thats just cause I need a new one and evidently Easter seemed like a good time to give it to me.
My brother did end up coming he got here at one and hes staying the night. He has to leave really early to make his 9:30 chem class but I'm still glad he's here. He is understandably cranky but that still makes me a little ticked off. I have so much to tell him I'm so different. He's the one I can talk to about everything and he'll actually know where I'm coming from. Its been like this since he left for college 4 years ago. Yeah sometimes he gives heart-to-hearts but he nevers listens to how I've changed, to how I did the same thing he did, to how I choose the kinda of people I wanted to be friends with. He went through the same stuff and I just want to talk to him about it. Maybe he'll cheer up but i doubt it.
Well I have to go help with dinner. PRIME RIB!!!