Crying, Listening to Music, Puking….. Crying. April 13, 2009

For those of you who didn’t already know, I’m stuck at my dad’s this week for spring break. We (me and my siblings) showed up on Friday at about 3pm, and don’t leave until around 3 on Sunday.

I don’t think I’ll make it that long.

I hate coming to my dad’s house – I hate being held responsible for everything, for constantly being yelled at, for just….feeling hated.

Today, about an hour ago, I was sitting on the couch watching TV with Phoebe and Hope, ad Tiffany, my step monster, came in from errands and started yelling like the crazy person she is. She freaked out on me for not clearing my plate from the side table after eating, and then proceeded t force everyone into the kitchen where she yelled at us and continued to ask, “Why can’t you guys put your dishes in the dishwasher??”

I do, just not always right when she tells me to. Fine. I admit it.

But I said, “I do put my dishes away,” and she YELLED, “No, you do not!!”

I said I do, because I do, and she said I don’t again.

Then she yelled about how I have no respect, how I do things on my own time, and how I’m lazy, spoiled, and how I always ask questions.

I ask questions to find things out, not to be disrespectful!! Is it that hard to understand?!?! And of course I ask if I can wait until the next commercial to clear my plate – that’s human to want to do things on your own time, but I’m not being disrespectful!! Now they’ve finally just banned me from asking questions so I just do things when I’m told. Fine!! Why didn’t you just do that in the first place – tell me to not ask if I can do it later – rather than confusing me and yelling for “asking questions.” Thanks for being specific!!!!

Not.

So I went to take my meds and she yelled at everyone to go downstairs to finish out laundry, including me when I was done taking meds.

So i took my anti-depressants (any ideas why I need them??!) and the renter, Melissa was there, so I spoke to her for 30seconds. Melissa is really cool and understands better. She knows all of us well, and she and Tiffany are good friends. So anyway, she said she wasn’t siding with me or Tiffany, to which I replied I didn’t expect her to, and then Tiffany comes up and yells at me, “She’s not your councilor! Get your ass downstairs!!”

O.o

Exccuuuussseee me?!

My dad doesn’t like the fact that I see a councilor because he thinks it’s shirking responsibilities by getting the answers from someone else (which it is not!! If you have any questions on how it’s not and if you can’t see how that logic is severely screwed then let me know and I will email you a huge explanation). And now Tiffany is of the same mindset?? What now?? But hey, that’s irrelevant, because who cares if she’s not my councilor?!?! Now I can’t talk, too????

So I went downstairs and she called my dad and thrust the phone at me after telling him to “explain to your daughter how disrespectful she is” or something like that. I was pretty out of it after hearing the “your daughter”  part, and I just don’t remember her exact words.

No one gets it.

I don’t feel like recounting the exchange between my dad and I. It’s a waste of my time.

I don’t think I’m gonna last another 6 days.

I almost called my mom to tell her I want her to come and get me, 3 hour drive or not, before I kill someone (or myself), but I didn’t because she would call my dad and they would fight and he would come and yell at me for calling her and…..ugh.

They don’t get along. In fact, whenever we do something he doesn’t like he says something like, “you’re not going to treat me like you do your mom,” or “you aren’t going to live here and treat my house like you treat your mom’s.”

Tiffany, I’ve found, now does the same thing. During our argument today she said something like, “you will not act like you do at your mom’s here and be disrespectful.”

Everyone is in here yelling and being annoying fighting over the Wii. Ugh.

And I want Pizza Hut, but they don’t deliver here because we are in the middle of nowhere!!! Yet the thing is a freaking 7.59 miles away and they still won’t deliver. I’m about to go ride my bike to the place.

Hope asked Tiffany for me if we could order pizza and she replied, “do whatever you want as long as you don’t burn the house down.” Fine. How about I blow it up…? >:)

Just kidding. For now…

Anyway, I cried in my room that I share with my 2 real sisters and step-sister (fun, hm?!?!?), ended up barely making it to the toilet to barf (toaster stroodle came out like the biggest, longest loogie ever…), and then I took a shower. A cold one because there was no hot water. Now I have a headache.

Someone want to shoot me?

And to think this morning I was planning my post on my past 3 nights’ worth of dreams and how the trip with my mom to dad’s sucked just as bad as today, but now I can’t because my head hurts too much. Maybe I’ll catch up later. Maybe not. Although I hope I will because my dreams have been neat.

It’s times like these I wish I had a boyfriend (preferably within 10minutes walking distance) so I could run to his house and just curl up in his arms and…cry. And he wouldn’t care, so I’d feel better, and it would all work out.

But I don’t have someone like that.

So I’m alone. Besides friends of course… but they aren’t here and even friends can’t do what a boyfriend can at times. Comfort wise, of course.

Anyway…

I feel like shit.

-Airolyn

P.S. I put my iPod on shuffle o distract myself but that didn’t really work…”Your Guardian Angel” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus came on first, then more sad songs that I can’ type right now because I’m being forced outside by the step-monster…

Adios! Wish me…death. Please!

Camisado December 17, 2008

Listening to Camisado right now by Panic! At the Disco….

I wanna shoot muhself! =/

So, today I had a research paper due in English class, right? And…I hadn’t done it. Really any of it. Wanna know why? ‘Cause I’m a procrastinator, OK?! There. However, this project SUCKED!

I chose vegetarianism being a better, more wholesome way of life as my topic. Duh. I chose it because I feel passionate about the topic…yadda yadda yadda…but also because I know my stuff on this topic and could easily write a simple research project on the topic and get a good grade.

Wrong.

My teacher, Mr G., added in a few…more difficult and STUPID parts of the essay. First thing was that we had to not only argue for our point but against it also. Not hard for me because if you read my vegetarianism post then you know that I can dispprove a lot of the arguments against vegetarianism. The real curveball was this: we were only alowed to use SIX FACTS in the whole essay- three supporting and three disproving. How am I supposed to write a research paper with only three supposrting facts…??? That’s like…in the nutrition paragraph I would say “according to blah blah blah vegetarians don’t get enough protein,” but then I have to have 4-5 more sentences of my own oppinion/elaborating on this fact. Erm, ok? Then I go to the supporting fact: “Blah blah vegetarians get enough protein from yadda yadda yadda,” right? Wrong. ‘Cause I can’t add 5 MORE sentences to that and then cal it a full paragraph on the nutrition facts of being a vegetarian!!

The next HUGE problem is that we have to get at least one fact from each of the three databases he gave us that the school provides. You know, Gale, Proquest, and SIRS. Reliable sources apparently. Problem is, they suck. They don’t give you any really good info!! And we were ONLY allowed to get research from these three places – no Google, no books, no nothing. It’s BS!!

I hate my teacher. You know what? He cane take his effing essay and shove it up his a**!

>:(

I’m not happy…

On the bright side I think Brenden still likes me… ♥

~Airolyn

P.S.) SHINDIG!!!!!!!! Where we shall be shindignified :D

Talk About an Update… November 6, 2008

This post includes a lot, just to let you all know. It talks of crew, dreams, third eyes, yelling, and cocoa and coffee and kisses (or lack of kisses) and books and writing, sadness, play lists, songs and artists, and more! So prepare yourselves for the update of the year!!! (Thus far)

And just a quick note: Yes, Kristin, I may have taken slight advantage of the fact that you said you’d read my whole next post (meaning this one) but come on!! you PROMISED!!!! So read! =)

Ok let’s get the easy stuff over with first: Last Sunday was yet another regatta and my boat sucked. We got 32 out of 38 because our boat was never set (level) people were yelling, and L. (abbreviated for privacy) wouldn’t stop complaining! She sits behind me (I’m seat 3 – meaning 3 from the bow of the boat which is really the back of the boat depending on how you look at it…hard to explain – look it up) and she just…ugh. It’s like whenever she gets into the shell (boat; try to keep up with the crew terminology people) some evil complaining monster comes out and I just wanna strangle her!! So, on Sunday, it went something like this:

L: I can’t do this! My arms hurt!

A (me): *silence*

L: I’m so over this!!!

A: *seething silence*

Tabby (Tabbitha, one of my best friends on the team who is bow seat and behind L): It’s OK, you can do it. *trying to keep L calm and KEEP HER ROWING*

L: I’m so f*****g over this!!!! I can’t breathe!! *complain complain curse curse rant complain*

T: *Still trying to calm down L…*

A: Well then, L, maybe crew isn’t your sport then!!

L: *silent* ………………………………… *complain*

I think you all get the idea…

I wanted to strangle her sooooooo badly…but then she has the nerve to yell at everyone else to keep the boat set and “PULL HHAARRDDEERR!!!!!!!!!” Dare I say hypocrite…?

Ay ay ay.

Also, might I point out that MY hands were hurting, too? And that so were everyone else’s…? I mean, who knew, right?!?!?! OF COURSE YOUR HANDS HURT BUT SHUT UP ABOUT IT! Also, her complaining was simply a waste of her breath that should have been saved not only so that my ears were spared but also so that she had more energy to ROW with.

Oh, and did I mention how much she CURSED?! Normally, as you all know, I don’t care who curses and yadda yadda yadda as long as not every other word is a curse word. Then I get irritated. But oh no, I cared then – you know why!?!? BECAUSE IF THE REFS HEAR YOU CURSING YOU GET DISQUALIFIED. Just saying… -.-”

Anyway, the only good part about Sunday’s race was the 4 hour bus ride there and back spent with friends and what not. That was enjoyable, and no I’m not being sarcastic. Another good thing is that I brought about 1/2 gallon of homemade hot chocolate in a magical thermos that is ancient and kept the hot chocolate feeling like it was immediately off the burner for 6 hours until I drank it. It was AMAZING!

Now for the dreams. I don’t feel like going into detail. But here’s the jist of one of them:

3 nights ago:

My mom was an actress who was trying to sell a new Starbuck’s thermos. I don’t know why. Maybe they hired her to do this, but then again maybe not. She was upstairs in her room that had been transformed so that when you walked in you saw one L counter in front of you and then one L to the right. On the L on the right there was a HUGE black coffee maker. Mom was practicing her act for me and I think she was trying to sell the thermos that had nothing unique about it to a certain college… I don’t remember because it was a dream and most people don’t remember every little detail of their dreams…

Anyway, there was also a Japanese person staying with us and she was standing in the hallway with me and we were arguing about who would do which problem in my Japanese workbook. You would think it wouldn’t matter to her because she was Japanese, only apparently it did because she couldn’t figure out either of the answers, and not because they were amazingly hard problems, but because…it was more like she was an English person who spoke Japanese thinking it was coming out English…it was like she was only Japanese to inhibit our ability to communicate. Then (I think this had been like this most of the dream) my vision became very blurry like my contacts weren’t in, only I clearly remembered putting them in, so it was as if they were making my vision a million times worse. My depth perception was way beyond off, colors and objects were blurring into incomprehensible blobs, and I tried to rub eyes to get my vision back and I also closed and opened them multiple times. but nothing worked.

Then I woke up.

It was odd.

Mom’s not home right now. She just called. Of course she mentioned how she never answered me this morning when I asked if Brenden could come over for a little bit. She said not today just now on the phone, but next time maybe if it’s all planned in advance.

The sad part is, I don’t know if there will be a next time.

Brenden called yesterday and I missed it so he left a message saying I should call when I could, so I did, but I missed him. The message he left sounded very…sad. Then, today, he wasn’t waiting for me after history 3rd period like he always does because our history classes are both that period and right next to each other. But no, he wasn’t there. By then I thought something was up, and of course the first thought that pops into anyone’s head is, “are they going to dump me?!” So yea I thought that, but pushed it away.

This afternoon when I went outside to our normal space where I meet Tabby and him and everyone he wasn’t there, but Tabby said she’s just seen him and that he needed to talk to me. I waited for a moment, but then turned towards my bus ’cause it would be leaving soon. Then Tabby called me back and there was Brenden. Looking troubled. Talk about having your heart sink…but he only asked if he would be able to talk to me later tonight on the phone. I said yea, and asked what was wrong because…he looked so dead, and that’s really unlike him. He said it was nothing and he just needed to talk to me. And then – get his, it;s the weirdest part – I didn’t get a goodbye kiss. He just gave me a hug. Usually it’s a kiss then a hug then a goodbye…but no. Just a hug.

I’m scared.

I’ve been playing this group of songs over and over…Some of the titles say it all, others I think the lyrics fit, and some just have some rhythm or something thats fitting my mood…They aren’t all popular or hip or even good but they fit…

1) Thunder::Boys Like Girls (lyrics and melody)

2) My Only Friend::Ronny Day (lyrics and melody)

3) She Will be Loved::Maroon 5 (title-says-it-all and lyrics)

4) How to Save a Life::The Fray (melody)

5) Calling You::Blue October (title-says-it-all, lyrics, and melody)

6) On Top of the World::Boys Like Girls (melody)

——> Annie, look up this song’s lyrics!! (On Top of the World) *faces of lonely daughters and mothers who care who just can’t be there*

7) The Devil in the Wishing Well::Five for Fighting (melody)

8) Extraordinary Girl::Green Day (title, melody, and lyrics)

9) Come on Get Higher::Matt Nathanson (melody)

10) Disco::Metro Station (melody and lyrics)

11) Who Knew::P!nk (lyrics and melody)

12) When the Heartache Ends::Rob Thomas (title-says-it-all)

13) Chasing Cars::Snow Patrol (title, lyrics, and melody) —–> This is the one I’m hearing the most…

14) Pieces::Sum 41 (title-says-it-all, lyrics, and melody)

15) Never to Late::Three Days Grace (title-says-it-all, melody)

16) Skyway Avenue::We the Kings (melody)

And get this: the whole time (which wasn’t long but long enough) I was just on the phone with Mom she kept asking what was wrong, said I sounded dead-pan, and said I needed to make tea or go for a walk or treat myself to something and that she’d talk to me when she got home.

I guess true sadness shows…

~Airolyn

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Update:

Mom got home probably over 40 minutes ago and I stopped typing and we’ve been talking about dreams, because I identified a common strand in a lot of my dreams: I can’t see as in my vision is blobbed to the point of I can’t comprehend what or where things are and I am completely disoriented by this lack of sight and understanding.

Apparently this means a loss of control or something like that. It’s having to do with my third eye, says my mom, that little eye in the middle of your forehead that is your psychic and metaphorical eye, if you will.

I think she;s right to some degree, although it’s odd to think about because I’m such an intuitive and understanding and….right person when it comes to certain things, things that the loss of the third eye and the loss of sight and things like that in these dreams are implying I am wrong about.

It is odd.

I really don’t know what to say.

Hm.

Time will tell all, no?

On a more comprehensible note: November is write a novel in a month month! You are supposed to write 8 pages a day to push yourself as a writer and produce a novel in only one month. If you decide to do this though keep in mind that you are writing for QUANTITY not quality, and this is what makes it so immensely difficult for writers like me who like to edit while we write (and therefor don’t get very far in our books…!). I’m doing a book either about my life as a teenager (written like it’s someone else, of course, with that little added fictional element) or a book about these forces called shadows and lights and Sight pairs and Formless… it’s all too difficult to explain and type, so maybe I’ll just put up the first few pages in a couple of days… the problem with doing that, however, is that the first few pages don’t explain much at all, but they do get you hooked! (I hope – Phoebe (little sis #1) has already threatened me with death if I don’t write the book after hearing the first 5 pages of it over dinner a week ago!)

No matter what book I choose to do though, it won’t really matter for November because I have only about 3 pages in the teenage book and 5 in the shadow/light book. And it’s the 6th of November. By now I’m supposed to have around 48 pages. Haha yea right… Oh well, maybe it’ll just be a guideline for me like it has been and I’ll push myself for 2 months…! Or 3…or, hey, 4 is a good, even number…!!! See? I need tiiimmmee for QUALITY!! Oh well, it’ll all work out eventuallllyyyy!!!!!!!!!

^_^

~Airolyn

P.S. Check out mai smexy culuhs!!!!!!!!! (translation: look at my awesome color choices)!

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P.P.S. Be happy I at least stayed under 2000 words, those of you who are complaining about post length!!! It’s only around 1,912 words!! (exactly!!) ;)

Shake Him By the Face-Mask!!! October 7, 2008

The original beginning half of this blog entry has been deleted due to my parental figure, “mom.” who was pissed at me for defiling her on the internet, and gave me a lovely long speach on how even though the beginning half is now erased, it will always reamin somewhere. Yea, I know that.

And now I’m not allowed to rant at anyone on this blog, nor am I allowed to use real names of my siblings or anything, because someone might track me down and find where I live through little hints on this blog.

I’m also not allowed to curse anymore on here…

Um, no, they won’t.

Any tracking methods would get me if they wanted no matter how much or little I write on here, so saying little things like what I did today will not help or hinder stalkers or whatever. I am plenty discreet on here!!

She is now going to get one of her friends who is a computer geek to read all my posts and see how much info on me they can come up with that is true.

Oh my gosh! I put that I’m a vegetarian! I bet that’ll lead the people right to me, cause I’m, like, the only vegetarian in the world!!!!!

Yea right…

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~

My little brother Luke is currently on a football team. This year he is doing tackle football, whereas last year he only did flag football, so this has been a big jump.

Luke isn’t a really violent kid, nor does he complain a lot. Sure he does the normal, “but I have 2 more minutes on the X-Box!!!!” complaining thing, but he has a good understanding of what’s important and what’s not. Therefor, when he tells my mom to do something, like, oh say…email the coach so that the coach can speak to a little boy on Luke’s team named Alex who has been calling Luke gay and a dick… (*hint hint*) then my mom knows it’s real and serious, because Luke doesn’t make those types of things up.

So when Luke came to her and said this, she said she would, but then…forgot.

Who woulda guessed it?!?!?!?!

(She’s forgetful, by the way…in case you hadn’t caught on…)

So here’s how I was informed the football game went last night:

Luke was being teased by Alex, again, and finally got fed up with it. (Luke, for the record, also rarely handles things violently.) Luke proceeded to grab the front of Alex’s face mask (they were both not being played at the moment, so this wasn’t happening directly on the field, but more on the sidelines) and push him backwards hard enough to throw him off balance, but not to knock him over (because Luke knows how far he can and can’t go, in terms of what will get him punished and such).

And Luke grabbed, Alex’s face-mask, knocked him backwards a bit, and ran off the field and into the bleachers to sit with my mom and Dave.

On his way up he yelled to Alex, “well why don’t you just GO TO HELL?!”

I would have PAID to see the looks on the other parents faces. I heard it was priceless.

Oh, another thing about Luke: When he’s mad, he curses. Quite a bit, actually…

He also said, “Alex is such a BITCH!” to my mom when he was calming down on the bleachers a few minutes down.

My mom said a dad of another player had been coming over to help, it looked like, and when Luke semi-screamed “bitch,” the dad turned around and sat back with his family!

Hahahaha…

Props to Luke for style!!!

Just a little note to add: Luke truly cares about people.

Out of all my siblings, Luke and I, I think, deep down but still somewhere near the surface, are the most alike. We tend to think and react in about the same kind of way, so I’m closer to him in many ways, although it may not necessarily appear as such from an outside perspective, because Luke isn’t just all, “GIMME A HUG!!” and such.

Anyway.

Because of our connection, I stand up more for Luke, and I understand him more than my mom and other siblings (and that is not an exaggeration – I DO know him at least as well as my mom, if not better). For this reason, instead of being like normal big sister, I’m very proud that Luke handled himself and his problems in a way that got his point across yet didn’t inflict harm upon someone. He is very independent and I don’t blame him for giving that kid what he had coming to him.

I probably don’t sound like the smartest sister or the best semi-role model right now, but I don’t care.

Honesty is my policy! (For this story at least…)

*Sigh* Sometimes I really love my little brother…

And that’s my story of right now!

♥ Airolyn

I Know, I Know… September 16, 2008

I should post.

I NEED to post.

And yet I can’t form proper sentences to express how I feel right now.

I think it has to do with the fact that one of my friends is hurting, and when my friends hurt, I hurt. I can’t stand to see the cruelty that people insist upon inflicting on others put into action against people I love. It confuses me that others can be so heartless towards a fellow human being. I understand that it happens, yet I can’t fathom it – I can’t ever imagine being purposefully mean to someone who has never done a thing to me, or who has never provoked me in any way.

It makes me want to hurl and kill at the same time when I keep coming to the same realization that a heart is now a rare find. Humanitarianism is down the drain. Followed by humanity itself.

I really can’t take it.

So then, until I can cool down and figure my way out of this mess that really doesn’t involve me at all, and until I can find the time and energy to do all the catching up posts I should and want to do, I think I will go finish an essay responding to a quote that states how unfair life can be that is due tomorrow in English class.

Oh the irony…

-Airolyn-

P.S.) I love you all.

I felt the need to type that, if not for you all, then for myself, to make me feel better – to make me feel like I’m not just another heartless monster that is running amok amidst all the sorrow that is surrounding us.

To make me know that I can still love, and that I, like precious few, still have a heart. Just like all of my friends do. That’s why I love you all so much.

Fox, I’ll miss you more that you know…

God D**n It Someone Get me out of here!!! August 31, 2008

I need saving. Now. Someone kidnap me before I go insane…

I think the title says it all, but in case there was a a need for more explanation:

1) Hope is sick and SCREECHING about having to take motrin.

2) Chris and I almost really hurt each other earlier – he pushed me into a WALL, so I pulled his hair and it just escalated from there…

3) My mom won’t let me escape to my room and call Louis so I can calm down – instead I am to sit at the dinner table and have “family time” even though I don’t eat sushi, which just so happens to be dinner.

I think I’m going to go die now.

P.S. I like the tags I put for this post… >.<

Phoebe July 11, 2008

I told Phoebe to get off of the compy because her time was way up.

She graciously concented, but then turned to me and said, quite simply, “I hate you. I hate you for being born first – for being the oldest, not because of what you’ve done today, but I just hate you.”

I laughed.

Because I was quite surprised.

Not that I care that she hates me…I was simply caught off guard.

Hahaha…

~Airolyn

What’s wrong with summer…? July 9, 2008

I never get comments anymore. Is this some sign that I should post less…? Or am I just not on peoples’ minds…? Probably both! Anyway, just wanted to say that my buddies who went and got themselves lives over the summer should sell those lives immediately and come back to the circle of bloggy-goodness.

Also, typically my stats are fine even with the lack of comments (46 to 32 to 47 – not THAT bad!) but I just checked and I’ve gone from 47 views yesterday to 4 today. 4!!! What’s wrong with summer…?

Also, I have re-bottled my anger and will not therefor do a long, curse-filled rant on how Chris almost shot me (on purpose!!) with his airsoft gun, punched the right side of my face, and was only saved from certain death dealt out by moi by certain adults who can only see things when I’m the one doing them wrong. Because, apparently, when I screamed at Chris for tripping me I get in trouble for yelling at him and they don’t even notice his offense…

Have I mentioned I hate my effing life?!

~Airolyn

 

UPDATE: 6 views as of 7:00. Ugh!

Hate July 4, 2008

I feel so sick right now – both mentally and physically. This hatered that I’m feeling right now is eating me up inside, and it’s makeing me physically sick. I swear I’m about to barf. I just wanna curl up and die somewhere, and soon. I grabbed my iPod and put it on shuffle and the first song that came on was “She Will Be Loved” and it was just so fitting.

Thank God the computer is right near the bathroom ’cause I just lost this morning’s pancakes.

Anyway, that particular Maroon 5 song just always says something to me so the fact that it came on was…scary. Then “Dance Hall Drug” came on which was equally perfect because that’s the song I always go to when I’m upset. It’s wierd (just like multiple other recent things in my life). Music is like…my life to some extent, and the songs that randomely come on alot on the radio or on my iPod at certain times are just so relevent…it works.

I’m just so mad right now at my life – my siblings, my dad, myself. I have no clue. It can’t be healthy though. My siblings are just so…mean. It’s not like them to go this far. I’m being treated more so like the outcast than I ever have been before. Everyone has their partner or their group in the house except me. I’m so out of it.

Chris is speaking German right now. Have I used the word “fitting” yet in this post?!?! Because I really can’t stand German (no offense to anyone). I just don’t think it’s a pretty langage – it’s not something I want to hear.

I’m about to fucking pass out.

Ugh.

*Barf.* No joke.

The scars on my wrist are burning…there was a time when I felt like this much more than I have recently and I dealt with it… “that way.” Now I think I’m almost back to that point right now. I don’t know what to do…

My hands…no, my whole body is shaking as I type this. I’ve hit the backspace key way more than usual. That’s how many mistakes I’m making.

I feel like sh*t, you can tell ’cause I’m cursing so much. I think I’ll just fall asleep on the compy ’cause I’m so tired and I can’t keep typing. My thoughts aren’t coming together properly either. I’ll try to do another, more sensible post on this later.

 Untill then, goodafternoon, goodnight.

Leaving July 2, 2008

Well, I just finished packing and my mom is currently loading the car. I’m not sure if I should be on right now…oh well. I figured I didn’t have much more to do considering my stuff is already put away. I’m so happy!! Two reasons: 1) I FOUND MY IPOD!!!! 2) ART CAMP!!! =D Yesssss…!

I’m also happy ’cause I came up with two new book titles and ideas (I usually come up with a title and then the idea and everything else blooms from there)! One will be about divorce, written by myself and all of my siblings, called If Three’s a Crowd Then Seven’s a Mob because I had 4 siblings and now I have six thanks to my dad’s remarriage. I figured the title was clever enough for now. The other one is going to be called You’re My Daughter, Sweety, Not My Friend - The Secret Lives of Our Parents and this one will be about just that – the secret lives of all of our parents. It will go through a list of jobs and then tell what they really mean. For example, if your father claims he’s a corporate manager he’s really a male model. Or something. I don’t have the full idea together yet, but it will be brilliant when finished!

My other series is going to be a trilogy about a serial killer who goes after three girls – one per book. The books will be called Killing Kendra, this will be written in the form of Kendra’s blog; Murdering Maria, this will be done as if you were reading Maria’s diary; and Eliminating Emily, which will be from the killer’s point of view. Again, it all started with the titles, and the ideas aren’t nearly fully developed, but it will work…eventually!

Now I must stop sharing my wonderful-ness with you all and leave for my father’s. Wish me luck during the annoyingly long car ride!!

~Airolyn

P.S. My mom’s over-talkative and “look at me!!” boyfriend is coming on the ride, too. I am glad I found my iPod because getting my mother’s attention will be impossible. He brought a cucumber for no apparent reason, and very randomly. Oh dear.

P.P.S. I will probably be posting more often from my dad’s due to the exceedingly large amount of bored-osity that I will be encountering there. Help!!!

P.P.P.S. For those of you who really know me and have my cell number and are not just random people who are reading my awesome blog (don’t be discouraged by that comment because that was not meant to be rude or make it seem like you all are unimportant. You readers are sooo important!! Keep reading!) please feel free to call me!!! I’ll be alive (ish) and bored!

P.P.P.P.S. Mom’s boyfriend said that my mom needs a switch to turn off the computer to make me get off because apparently I was already supposed to be off. Oh dear.

P.P.P.P.P.S. Dave (the bf) just said he doesn’t wear speedo which probably came about because they are talking about swimwear and he is trying on the suit my mother bought him. I should hope he does not wear speedo…(not to be super rude). And my mom just told him to stop shaking his butt, which in turn made him shake more, and then she said, “stop it! Just kidding!” and they both laughed away. (I apologize for only pointing out the negative about Dave – he can actually be pretty cool, in a dorky, super-ADD-nerdy way!)

HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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UPDATE: (7 hours later)

I’m now at my dad’s and I just wanted to add that I take back anything nice I said about Dave. He is not a nice ADD dork, he is a complete ADD nerd dork in a bad way. He is the dumbest smart person I have ever met. Book smarts can only count for so much, ’cause when you are as bad at reading people as he is then there is somethine WRONG. He can’t even ever tell when my mom is angry or how angry she is. He also can’t tell when to keep is mouth shut and his oppinions out of where they don’t belong. He said I was having a bad attitude about not getting off the computer and that he felt sorry for my mom. Well, you know what, David?! I don’t give a SHIT about what you say. You mean nothing to me. Your oppinion doesn’t matter to me. Also, you’re perfect for my mother – you are both completely assinine. God, I can’t wait till I can move to Alaska or something…  -.-” <–(frowny/angry face.)

Also, he said he reads my blog so while I feel maybe 1% bad about typing all that I certainly don’t regret it. That’s how I truly feel. I hope it hurts.

 

P.S. To all of my readers (both new and old alike) I hope that didn’t make me sound like a total b***h, because I’m only ever that when it comes to vegetarianism (which is evident by my blog title!). I aplogize for my previous language in this note and in this post, and I hope I haven’t scared you away – I simply needed my opinion heard. Thank you.