3 posts tagged “out”
What question do you hate being asked?
The two questions I am asked most frequently, of course:
A) Are you okay? Because when I'm thinking about something very important or complicated people say I look like something is wrong. In fact, it seems like if I'm just not smiling people act like I am sick or something.
B) Are you stoned? Because I'm just odd and some people are suspicious of anyone who doesn't act like a stuck up little stiff.
Well. Imagine this:
You are in bed, in your jammy's and you mother is on her way out the door. She asks you to take a big bag out to the car. You do as told and return to your porch, twist the doorknob and realized it's locked. Keep in mind you are in your pajamas, face unwashed, teeth unbrushed and not wearing a bra. Mom just left the driveway and you look at you options:
wait until around 3 when she'll be back.
go ring on your neighbors' doorbells until someone lets you use a phone even though you aren't dressed for that.
attempt breaking in your own house to avoid the second one.
I did the second one. My neighbors on the right were home but didn't bother coming to the door, the ones across from them really were'nt home and the ones on their right were, but were men (worse). On the bright side everything worked out because I'm here blogging it hoping you'll chuckle a little, eh?
And you know what else? When one thing goes wrong in my life a few others always come with it. Last night when my parents were in MS, the church van broke down. They all (church members)had to get a ride here. No other bad thing has happened and that's that. Everything else will continue just as happy as before. Usually everything goes bad, but not this time...nope.
Everyone is annoyed with me just as much as I am vexed with them. I have my reasons, but I won't share this list-it would seem...disrespectful? No...ah, what's the word? Anywho, here is what I mean. This is me walking into my living room with my sister on the couch with her laptop sharing her Christian Rap with our mom. She is loving it (she loves all music). I get glares because I am so annoying at times like these.
I know my camera is dark; I am praying for a new one. Anywho, those are the wonderful flowers Aaron and Ashley gave me. I thought I might share them with you, reader. That is me with my unimpressed face, my jailbird shirt, and oversized hot pink goofy glasses on-oh and the emo bangs. the top of my computer desk with all of my candles lit.
I cannot wait until I go camping next Saturday. Something inside me just wants to be out at night-and not just any night-a beutiful one. I'd better do so before global warming ruins all the nights to come. The moon is out, too.
<What I have in mind is something like this. Since I can't exactly do that tonight, I think I'll use my rain maker thingie with nature sounds. It has a summer night button. I'll turn off all of my electricity and stare out of my huge window at the moon-I don't usually get to see it throught my window. And it is so round and big tonight.
This doesn't really sound like me, but it is making me happy right now. it could be my sleepyness typing. Or all that sugar I had a few hours ago.
<I feel sort of like that.
And like>
so now I am going to go be happy and calm and fresh somewhere else. Next time!
I went to sleep as soon as I got home from school. I woke at seven or eight with this terrible feeling I couldn't name. I think it was because I dreamt I went to an amusement park with my sister, Ashley. We had a lot of fun but then she left and I wasn't to see her for a long time. My sister is currently visiting and then she is going to Germany, but I don't have a lot of time to spend with her. I don't know why I feel so bad, because I'll see her in the summer. But if I do spend time with her I'll miss her a lot. I know because when she was living in Iraq I had to tell myself lies and try not to care so I wouldn't mind as much.
Ten days in my house isn't enough time to catch up. Especially in the spring with school and things to work on.
I can either attempt some catching up only to miss her more or not bother to not feel much and possibly regret it later.
I don't know what to do.