October is here...actually...has been here...where does time go? I've probably commented on time before...but I guess it's a worthy concept.
anyways, I just had a four day weekend, and what did I do? Absolutely nothing.
well I tried to go shopping...but I went on sunday and stores closed early so I didn't even buy anything...tragic for my wardrobe, good for my pocketbook.
yesterday I slept until noon...
today I woke up around 9 and sat around...I ate three poptarts and some bean soup...I also tried to get a lot of my videos from over the summer onto a tape so they're easier to watch...
this was annoying though because I have to plug my camera into the tv, but the battery keeps running out so I have to stop every ten minutes to recharge it, because when I bought the camera it didnt' come with an extension so I can plug the camera into the wall or something...but of course I bought the whole thing at a garage sale for forty bucks so I can't complain.
after awhile messing with a camera gave me a headache so I thought about starting my homework...
thought about it. I never said I did it.
it's a gloomy, rainy day...and I"m bored out of my mind.
I always hate when people say they're bored it's like...just DO something!
so I guess that's what I should do...stop moping around and Do something.
my homework would be a safe bet.
oh...I wrote a poem the other day:
I drew your picture
spent a minute
spent an hour
spent a day, spent all power
focused on your honest face
nothing there escaped my glare until
the surface changed. and still
time spent. Denial grew, and grown
overcame the changed facade
reasons left unexplained.
and then truth rose and told
a soul's sad story
and strewn across your honest face
lay dust derrived from my erase
yep. the end.
My mom's been mad at me lately...it's partly because I didn't practice very good for district auditions...and I got 22nd chair...which means I"m not going to allstate this year...and she knows it's because I was just lazy because I was first chair last year and made allstate HONORS last two years in a row...so as a result she's been mad at me, and is always nagging at me about EVERYTHING...and every little thing she thinks I'm being lazy about she's breathing down my neck about...and my grades at school aren't so hot either...
whoever said sr. year was easy needs to die.
Don't get me wrong...I love my parents...they're my parents I sort of have to...but they just yell and scream about every little thing. I"m surprised the neighbors haven't called up the child abuse people yet, you can hear my mom yelling her head of from like down the street...she gets vicious.
my dad's the same way. he gets angry about college and money most often. u'd think HE was the one having to afford college soon...but anyways I guess they just want what's best for me but...I dunno my family is odd. or maybe not so odd...i think every family is dysfunctional in some way or another.
my dad in church...I can't believe him...during the sermon he leans over and whispers 'pastor's going to start talking about the stained glass windows next.' Then he's trying to coax Tad Schubring's toddler into our pew...then he's playing with the kid's little toy truck on the back of the pew...then during a hymn where the men had to sing a verse, and the women had to sing a verse he whispers...MEN ARE GOING TO WIN! and after the men sang, and the women (they're always quieter) started singing he looks at me and whispers 'yeah!' and does the 'yes!' thing with his arm...and I'm sitting here, innocently trying to worship God! I'm stumbling through this hymn verse while my dad keeps poking me and making signs indicating the 'women were losing' and after awhile I couldn't help but laugh and had to stop singing completely...
*shakes her head* my daddy needs to learn how to sit still in church. Maybe he's paying me back from when I was a toddler...you know, when you used to have some toy with you, and u'd crawl underneathe the pew and wave at the other kids crawling underneathe the pews...and then u'd stand up and use the pew as a table as you colored on your church bulliten...and then u'd go back under the pew and contemplate people's feet..and emerge in someone else's pew and look up at them and they'd always smile and then your parents would look around and yank you back up from under the pew and look at you angrily and tell you to stand up straight and behave...so u'd stand up but you couldn't see anything anyway because the pew in front of you would be taller than your head...so u'd eventually sneak off and just lay underneath the pew hoping they wouldn't notice...and eventually u'd be threatened with no refreshments after church...this only worked when they were actually HAVING refreshments after church...
I still remember doing that...I still remember the view of the church from underneath the pew and what it felt like to be 2 1/2 feet tall...crazy huh...
anyways.thats it for today. I wrote a lot.
