Muted Music

So my headphones are plugged into my new laptop, my laptop is on mute and I'm listening to the radio blasting a song from the first floor of this building. Yeah...I'm that cool.
Supposedly we're going to Coldstone, a (never been there myself) neat ice cream shop, on Saturday for my birthday a month ago...not because my friends forgot, but because we're all so bloody busy with school, work and homework.
I've been typing like crazy since I got this laptop a week ago? Maybe two, I don't know the time just flies when I can type up my stories like nobody's business. Speaking of, you're cutting into my editing time so I've got skat (why did we ever stop using that word? I like it)! Adios!

Maybe It's Just Me

Have you ever been in the most ridiculous situation ever? Like for instance, hypothetically you get off work at 2 in the morning, you have to be back by 11 in the morning, you get home and all you want to do is go to bed but you decided to get some homework out of the way. And then your dad comes down and wants you to try his cheesecake, okay cool, but let me get my homework out so I have it ready.
And in this hypothetical situation, trying to find your homework pisses dad off. So you're still going through your folders looking for all the sheets you need and he starts muttering to yourself. Finally you give up, figuring you'll get it done with what you've got and he informs you that you are the rudest person he's ever met...because you wanted to find your homework before you tried a cheesecake.
"I'm rude for wanting to get my homework done?" you laugh. "Seriously? I can try the cheesecake, I told you I'd just be a second."
"That was longer than a second," he would accuse, storming towards the stairs. "Put the ice cream away."
The ice cream you got out because he told you to...so now you are of course pissed. "Fine, eat your own damn cheesecake." I childish statement followed by an even more childish response.
"I can what?" he demands.
"Eat it yourself, I have homework to do."
"I get up at 2 to do something nice for you and you start a fight, that's just great. Don't ask for my help on anything."
"I didn't ask you to get up and get me cheesecake dad. In fact I told you I'd rather just do my homework and go to bed. I said I didn't want it."
"You're an idiot." Yeah...that's right, your dad comes back with the most worn out of all comebacks, 'Yeah well you're stupid'
"I'm the idiot?" you ask with a snort. "I'm the idiot because I went looking for my homework? You've never told us to hold on a second before? Never?"
"That was more than a second."
"And yours only took a second?"
At which point he storms upstairs after some threat just as ridiculous as the whole event and a threatening finger point.
No? No one's ever been there? It's just me? Well look at that...

A Writer's Godsend

So it comes as no surprise to anyone that words are to me what football is to Bret Farve, or Christmas is to Santa. They are my life, and therefore anything with something to with them are important to me. Pencils, college rule paper, folders, binders, and a laptop. Well I finally got a laptop! Mom and her boyfriend got me one as an early graduation present.
Found it hidden under my covers when I got home from work last night. At first I was like "Why the hell is my bed hard?" But when I realized, I could hardly breath. A computer! Something to story my life's work on! Something that is (in my opinion) better than a cell phone! AWESOME!
Oh yeah...I went there, to crazy town. And I am not going back anytime soon. You'd better believe that I'm going to worship this thing for quite a while after this.
CK out (I will explain later)

Long Time No....

So I have way too much homework, way too much work work and not enough time for fun. Got into a water fight with some big mouth at work...he won. But I'll get him back don't worry. More of an update to come. Love me!

Life in the Fast Lane is Like the Slow Lane only More Annoying

So between college, work, HOMEwork, and sleep I find myself falling behind on my poor poor blog. I am so sorry blog, please forgive me? It's pretty late, and I am very tired so this is a very short entry.
I am seeing a guy named Jac (French, not sure how to spell it so sue me). Met him in Creative Writing, we're going to go see a movie tomorrow. Our wedding is set for the fall, I am currently unsure of the date. More on my favorite French guy at a later date. Sleep well my friends! (I will...right through my alarm I'll bet).

Family Loyalties, American Justice and Inevitable Heartbreak

I'd like to consider myself withdrawn enough to be able to do things I may not really want to do, and I don't mean doing the dishes, I mean like having to put a dog down because it's sick even though I would really rather not. Apparently that is not so...my sister has me beat in that aspect, and it sucks.

I'm not happy to say that she's more capable of doing what's right than I am, but I think it's true. My dad was in jail for his sixth (or seventh, but who's counting?) DUI, now he's on work release. Yesterday I saw him sitting at my grandma's counter on my way to class. I don't know how much you know about jail time and work release, but you're released for work only, not sitting at your mother's (my grandmother's) counter for a social visit. Which means that he could get into serious trouble for such an offense...and I wasn't supposed to tell anyone.

God, I didn't want to. I didn't miss him until I realized he was there, and then I was so glad to see him. I mean he's my dad, of course I'd miss him. I'm not going to go tell my sisters that, it's a total sign of a too soft heart. He's never really been there if you know what I mean, so why should I miss him?

I didn't want to get him in trouble, and despite the fact that I could get into trouble for aiding and embedding or whatever, I was and am perfectly content to keep my silence. There is one person, however, that does not share my feelings. My mother. I damn well couldn't call the cops on my own father, could I? But she can. So I called her this morning, and I told her. She wouldn't call anyone, or tell anyone if I asked her not to, she's not going to put me into that position. But I knew deep down (cliche much?) that I had told her because I wanted her to tell someone. I couldn't do it, but she could. I couldn't tell on him, but if they ask me, I won't lie for him.

Everyone's going to know I did it, that I told on him because really, who else knew? And they'll be pissed for sure, and I'll feel like a traitor to my family (his side anyway), turning dad over to 'American Justice', but you have to understand...I had no choice. I may not have Sav's mad bravery, and lack of concern for the thoughts of those close to me, but I like to think I'm not a complete coward. Wish me luck...they'll have my head on a platter for this.

College Life in High School

So I've finished my classes at the High school and am now just taking college courses. Let me just say it FLIPPING ROCKS!!!!! Creative Writing workshop has this really cute guy in it who is minoring in Creative writing. He's a much better poet than me, not that that's difficult. We had to write a poem and read it to the class, because it has been requested, I'll be posting that poem on my other blog; Living in the World of Make-Believe.
I have a feeling college life is going to be fun. ; D