Everyone has them.

Fears.  Mine?  Needles.  And guess who has to face it if she was to visit her beloved family in Germany?  I shudder at these sentences.  Most people in my family share this fear.  My dad had some kind of accident and couldn't bare to to see the IV in his arm. 

That was the one time I saw him shed a tear.

My sister almost jumped out of the window when she was way younger, but the doctor caught her.

When I was still in elementary, I ran out of his office and down the hall.  I was upset that no one even bothered chasing me, but then I realized I couldn't drive and I didn't know the way home, so I had to turn back.  They were waiting for me.

Yes, this is the girl who hypervinalates when she gets a PPD.  It took 30 minutes for me to calm down-I had to lie to myself and say it was a mosquito bite. 

Ugh. 

Unless I don't have to get my shots again.  I mean, we could get my records- I probably won't have to do anything, really.  On to happier matters...

Yesterday I got home and mom wanted to take me shopping.  I didn't want to go.  Imean, why? I have more than enough clothes-why else would I give them away to those who need them or sow them into purses?  WHAT ELSE WOULD CLUTTER MY CLOSET??? But she said i had to go and I had to get at least one thing. 

We went some place new she'd heard about.  It was in the ghetto.  You know, where you get knock-off name brand stuff?  There was a really nice store I don't remember the name, but I got a purse and a bra and then walked into a beauty store for nail polish.

That was it.  But the whole time I felt like a mom because my neice was with me and there were a lot of moms there, too.  Ahneesah kept giving attidtude and that may have deceived people too, but oh well.  It's not like I'll see them again and they'll be all "hey, weren't you that teen mother I saw attempting to punish your child for her attitude?"