This Friday we do not have to go to prison, I mean, uh, school. :) It's our first day out for Spring Break and we're off next week, too, and then the week after the week we return we have our exams. :(
Woah, that was a little weird, the phone just rang, like once, I picked it up, they hung up so I pushed a code to find out who called last, and it said Ms. B's number, and so I called them right back, thinking she called me back from earlier and realized it's a little late and hung up. Nope, her b/f answered and said she wasn't in and I said, it must have been a mistake from the caller id or something, like they just got in and acc. pushed a button that calls a num. back, and he said must be. I thinnk she was there, but then again, I am kind of sensitive, so I may be just thinking things. Ok, Memory time, i just cahnged the titlw while thinking of some of these.
Not too long ago, I cutt my hair again, it's very very very short, and it's ok, out of my way and very easy to take care of. It's also sometimes very annoyingly curly. And I like the idea that I was smart this time and had it cutt during spring/summer, I remember cutting it in th wintertime and my neck was cold. After work not yesterday, but last sunday Delores, my older sister, and I, we went to delores's friends' hair salon, and got our hair cut, and the lady's landlord for the place came in. I asked Nancy what the guys name was, and she told me, I'll be safe here on the net and say it was Mr. L.
A little while later I went over to him and said, hi, mr. L! do you like my hair? it's very good. (he's foreign, very nice and fun to pick on, sorry, but true!) I said thank you very much. You don't remember me, do you, mr. L? ( I decided not to be too mean and challenge him with my name) he said, ah, yes, of course. You grow tall. Yep. Later on after he left, I was slapping my knees saying, ha! I crack myself up!!! It was just ttoooo funny to me, and no, I wasn't smoking anything but ciggs.
Another time, in gym at our elementary school, 6th grade sometime before I first attempted suicide, a girl, pretty short and very thin with asthma and also a disease I still know next to nothing about, turner syndrome or something, she pulled a muscle somehow and she told me and I went and got our (mean, but now nice) teacher and she said she couldn't make it to the nurses office, I offered to get out of gym and help walk her and what ended up happening is he easily picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, like a firemens carry and took her himself that way, it was just way too funny, because I was behind them and saras head was facing me, and she was enjoying herself and making me laugh by smiling that adorable smile of hers and giving me a thumbs up sign. I will never forget that. I still see her, she's a lot taller thanks to some meds she had a while ago and still thin, and beautiful and smart. I don't see her much, but she was always a very good friend.
Last year at Kings Island when I went once, well, me and my sister were walking together by where the viking ship is (was?) and all of a sudden form somewhere the chicken dance song came on! Delores and I looked at each other and smiled, I grabbed her arm and we started doing the dance, right then and there, not caring what anuyone thought. We had fuin, and a girl about my age passing by even said to a friend, man, they look like fun people, I want to hang out with them. It's a good memory because I can't believe I did that in front of strangers, whom normally I fell threatened and intimidated by at least at first. And we had fun.
That's all of the really good memories I can think of right now, I have so many sad ones that can make the good ones seem like miracles, but I won't write about any of those ut the most recent yet, today, on my way to where my mom works that's not too far from home and I walked, I had 10% of an angel by me. Why I say that is because I wore this tank top today (hoping I could get sent home from school like on Hawiian day) that says in sequins on a black shirt 90% angel. It was a piece of the few clothes that I bought for myself before school. To start a new style for myself. I almost got hit by a car, and I am lucky, I don't have oops, brb quick bike ride, ate tooooo mmuuuuucchhhh today! ok, I'm back. I actually went roller blading, it is very dark out and kind of scary, thrilling!!! I do not like horror movies but hey, I give myself all of the action and fear that I want, anyways.
Wow, I was just sitting at the table with my mom and blabbering on and on and on. It's after 11, and was when I got home, she already came in from work, I thought I might get grounded but didn't care, then she didn't do anything and I thought, well,I don't remember the last time I got in trouble, anyway. She can't enforce ANMYTHING. At first, after Grandma moved out, she hit, she litterally walked after me, I ran, just to have time to sit and cover my head and wait for her to catch up and find me and tell me that she'll hit me wherever she can, then after suicide attempts, she tried normal disipline, thanks to my counselors. She grounded me all of the time, mostly wouldn't let me go to Grandmas. Grounding wasn't the pronblem, though. I never went anywhere or did anything, anyway! When I was old and sent to the corner I couldn't help but laugh to myself when she shoved my nose in it, then when she left to get a cigg, I took a boo and stuck it in the corner with me, the corner is either by the bookcase, where she made us place our noses in the cobwebs, and when i could I'd read the labels of the encycopedias, or bhind the back or the front door, those were boring. until I took my book with me. Suirprisingly, after I was allowe out Teri, she told on me, and then mom laughed so so much and so hard that it wasn't funny. I was glad I wasnt going to be punished more, for whatever crime I commited that day. (tried to run away? got a bad mark on my special first grade report cards? take Teri's index cards and write the words in for her? see, I was a good speller and Teri needed more help, so they stuck these annoyinly drive ,me crazy fill in the blank index cards, like on a book, it would spell, b_o_.) I could have tried a new cuss word out, yelled at someone, threw a psy. tantrum, anything. Then my whole family said I was the bad twin and Teri was sweet.
well, enough for now, I want to write about coincidences soon that has been happening, and about things from this book, an inspirational teen one that I have, and everything, and please excuse the typing,(I really am a good speller!!! I just write too much and too fast. Night for now take care
Woah, that was a little weird, the phone just rang, like once, I picked it up, they hung up so I pushed a code to find out who called last, and it said Ms. B's number, and so I called them right back, thinking she called me back from earlier and realized it's a little late and hung up. Nope, her b/f answered and said she wasn't in and I said, it must have been a mistake from the caller id or something, like they just got in and acc. pushed a button that calls a num. back, and he said must be. I thinnk she was there, but then again, I am kind of sensitive, so I may be just thinking things. Ok, Memory time, i just cahnged the titlw while thinking of some of these.
Not too long ago, I cutt my hair again, it's very very very short, and it's ok, out of my way and very easy to take care of. It's also sometimes very annoyingly curly. And I like the idea that I was smart this time and had it cutt during spring/summer, I remember cutting it in th wintertime and my neck was cold. After work not yesterday, but last sunday Delores, my older sister, and I, we went to delores's friends' hair salon, and got our hair cut, and the lady's landlord for the place came in. I asked Nancy what the guys name was, and she told me, I'll be safe here on the net and say it was Mr. L.
A little while later I went over to him and said, hi, mr. L! do you like my hair? it's very good. (he's foreign, very nice and fun to pick on, sorry, but true!) I said thank you very much. You don't remember me, do you, mr. L? ( I decided not to be too mean and challenge him with my name) he said, ah, yes, of course. You grow tall. Yep. Later on after he left, I was slapping my knees saying, ha! I crack myself up!!! It was just ttoooo funny to me, and no, I wasn't smoking anything but ciggs.
Another time, in gym at our elementary school, 6th grade sometime before I first attempted suicide, a girl, pretty short and very thin with asthma and also a disease I still know next to nothing about, turner syndrome or something, she pulled a muscle somehow and she told me and I went and got our (mean, but now nice) teacher and she said she couldn't make it to the nurses office, I offered to get out of gym and help walk her and what ended up happening is he easily picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, like a firemens carry and took her himself that way, it was just way too funny, because I was behind them and saras head was facing me, and she was enjoying herself and making me laugh by smiling that adorable smile of hers and giving me a thumbs up sign. I will never forget that. I still see her, she's a lot taller thanks to some meds she had a while ago and still thin, and beautiful and smart. I don't see her much, but she was always a very good friend.
Last year at Kings Island when I went once, well, me and my sister were walking together by where the viking ship is (was?) and all of a sudden form somewhere the chicken dance song came on! Delores and I looked at each other and smiled, I grabbed her arm and we started doing the dance, right then and there, not caring what anuyone thought. We had fuin, and a girl about my age passing by even said to a friend, man, they look like fun people, I want to hang out with them. It's a good memory because I can't believe I did that in front of strangers, whom normally I fell threatened and intimidated by at least at first. And we had fun.
That's all of the really good memories I can think of right now, I have so many sad ones that can make the good ones seem like miracles, but I won't write about any of those ut the most recent yet, today, on my way to where my mom works that's not too far from home and I walked, I had 10% of an angel by me. Why I say that is because I wore this tank top today (hoping I could get sent home from school like on Hawiian day) that says in sequins on a black shirt 90% angel. It was a piece of the few clothes that I bought for myself before school. To start a new style for myself. I almost got hit by a car, and I am lucky, I don't have oops, brb quick bike ride, ate tooooo mmuuuuucchhhh today! ok, I'm back. I actually went roller blading, it is very dark out and kind of scary, thrilling!!! I do not like horror movies but hey, I give myself all of the action and fear that I want, anyways.
Wow, I was just sitting at the table with my mom and blabbering on and on and on. It's after 11, and was when I got home, she already came in from work, I thought I might get grounded but didn't care, then she didn't do anything and I thought, well,I don't remember the last time I got in trouble, anyway. She can't enforce ANMYTHING. At first, after Grandma moved out, she hit, she litterally walked after me, I ran, just to have time to sit and cover my head and wait for her to catch up and find me and tell me that she'll hit me wherever she can, then after suicide attempts, she tried normal disipline, thanks to my counselors. She grounded me all of the time, mostly wouldn't let me go to Grandmas. Grounding wasn't the pronblem, though. I never went anywhere or did anything, anyway! When I was old and sent to the corner I couldn't help but laugh to myself when she shoved my nose in it, then when she left to get a cigg, I took a boo and stuck it in the corner with me, the corner is either by the bookcase, where she made us place our noses in the cobwebs, and when i could I'd read the labels of the encycopedias, or bhind the back or the front door, those were boring. until I took my book with me. Suirprisingly, after I was allowe out Teri, she told on me, and then mom laughed so so much and so hard that it wasn't funny. I was glad I wasnt going to be punished more, for whatever crime I commited that day. (tried to run away? got a bad mark on my special first grade report cards? take Teri's index cards and write the words in for her? see, I was a good speller and Teri needed more help, so they stuck these annoyinly drive ,me crazy fill in the blank index cards, like on a book, it would spell, b_o_.) I could have tried a new cuss word out, yelled at someone, threw a psy. tantrum, anything. Then my whole family said I was the bad twin and Teri was sweet.
well, enough for now, I want to write about coincidences soon that has been happening, and about things from this book, an inspirational teen one that I have, and everything, and please excuse the typing,(I really am a good speller!!! I just write too much and too fast. Night for now take care