Dec 28, 2005 17:06
Here I will post my best (and worst) of 2005 in various categories. Feel free to criticize my poor judgment.
Best of 2005: My Life
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5. Seeing Brit, Chez, and Kyle at Birkdale; I missed these guys
4. "WHAT?!? SKIPPY PEANUT BUTTER?!?" (inside joke)
3. Short-lived Wexford Crew "Revival"; From when I ran away on what was ALMOST my most successful attempt. It was me, Brian, and Mikey, and we were living it up, like the good old days.
2. Meeting Suzie; Suzie, you rock!
and finally
1. Beating the System; Excuse me while I embark on a mini-rant.Anyone who knows me would know this was an easy pick. For two years, I survived,waited, and most importantly, rebelled. In the end, I emerged a winner, and permanently placed a dent in the reputation of two of Charlotte's most respected and award-winning grouphomes. I didn't do what they told me to do, if actions speak louder than words, mine were screaming go fuck yourself as loud as they could. I'm a modern day inspiration. Just remember, as I learned, it pays to be a badass. Atleast I escaped with a fragment of integrity.
Worst of 2005
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5. Myer's Park Outcast; MPHS sucked. Everyone hated me cause they thought I was a narc. Every fucking security guard stalked me daily because they knew I was in a grouphome.
4. Run Away (2nd to last attempt): Sleeping on a cold bench downtown, having a homeless man make sexual advances on me, and the despair when it didn't work.
3. Nelson, the incest-loving redneck; Falling in love only to find out the object of my affection is my very own niece I never knew. The problem is...I still find her very attractive...
2. Return of the Gashead: This was a difficult pick. I wouldn't say this was particularly bad at the time, I mean, it gave me a serious escape, but thinking of all the brain cells I may have lost, CMS declaring me mentally insane after discovering i'd been huffing at school for quite a while, and the whole feelings of despair and hopelessness that initiated the sequence.
and...worst of all...
1. Second Wind induction: After being out of Transition House for a mere four weeks beginnning in December 04, I was placed in Second Wind. I was tricked, my mother claiming I was going for an interview. All my hopes of rebuilding everything were dead for the following 10 months.
Well there you go. I'm glad 05 is over. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go enjoy a cigarette and glass of vodka. I'm back and home to stay, thank goodness, and to all my friends, as Joel said when I arrived at Second Wind for the fake "interview", "Welcome to the party!"