The Great Play Goes On!

6:32 am, Saturday November 28th, 2009

"And you may contribute a verse."

"That the great play goes on, and you may contribute a verse!"

"...What will your verse be?"

-The Dead Poet Society.

Hello, hello. It's early, and as often life has it, I am struck with creative sickness, compelled to write against all odds, including the hour and my stuffy nose, sore throat and massive list of tasks I must complete today.

For the past several weeks I have been terribly blessed, by whatever being I do not know, some great entity of the universe has granted me the highest of human pleasures; a companion, and best friend, a boyfriend.

He is everything to me right now, and his mere existence makes mine own worth every millisecond! I am so very proud to be his friend and girl now.

My mom returns home from her third sanction on Tuesday. So much has happened in the short 20 days she has been away, I don't know how I'm going to catch her up! I just can't wait to see her, another blessing, another thing to be thankful for.

My life so far, insignificant as it may seem, is making drastic changes left and right. These new turns of events and possibilities excite me, enrapture me in the rightness of everything around me. As Robin Williams said in my favorite movie, what will my verse be? I'd like to think I will contribute a verse, whether it be a husband and children, or I may write a book, crate a business, save a life, or all at the same time. Any number of wondrous things can happen at this point, and whether good or bad, I welcome them with open arms and open eyes.

I am ready for my future, world, bring it on!

PS; I have quit smoking, I've got 2 1/2 days so far!

I'm Gonna Try [Beach Adventure]

August 31st


Well, I've been back from Virginia Beach for about two days, Rachel and I stole a LOT of stuff. However, I don't think I want to do it too much anymore, I got caught for the first time ever trying to steal some Aviators.

We got a little more tan, swam in the ocean and watch real surfers out on the hurricane induced waves. The ride there and the ride back with my Grandma was extremely stressful, she must be the single most annoying woman on the planet.

Well it's one week till school, I discovered this morning I've gained 20 lbs, I always do over the summer, and the birth control isn't helping.

I want to start living a more healthy life style, so here are some new things I'm trying.

• Cutting down smoking to 5 a day.
• Riding my bike 30-45 minutes a day.
• Eating only at designated eating times, cutting down portions and avoiding meat and fats as much as possible.
• Doing yoga in the morning [got a tape from goodwill, lol]
• Keep up with my livestrong.com account, a wonderful site for tracking all activities and consumption daily.
• Gonna do my homework every single day.
• Try to keep up with this blog more!
  

Smokin' In The Girls Room [Panic! At The Witching Hour]

June 30th, 2009


I will tell this story exactly as it happened, word for word.


I wake up at 3:00 am on the dot, thirsty and wanting to smoke to get back to sleep. I use my phone for light and do, so, then laying back down. I hear the faucet run in the bathroom. Panic. My dad opens my door.

Him; Did you just now turn off your light?
Me; ..No, I think someone called me..[pretending to be groggy]
Him; Who the fuck is calling you at 3? [why the fuck are you up? I think]
Me; ...I dunno..didn't look.
Him; Well turn off your phone before bed.
He leaves the room.
I lie in a panic still, knowing he smelled smoke.
He comes back in and flips on the light.
Him; [sniff]
He walks over to mt empty soda cans and sniffs them.
I am totally freaking out but pretend to be calm, he came so close to my ashtray.
Me; What are you doing..?
Him; What's that smell?
Me; I dunno.....the Rat cage?
He sniffs the rage cage and folds his arms.
A minute passes, racing heart.
Him; Yeah, I guess that's it.
He flips off the light and closes my door.

And I sat on the verge of a mental breakdown for two hours before I finally got back to sleep. When he left at 8:30 am after bitching my mom and sister out for an hour, I hid everything he could discover out of my room; my empty liquor bottles went to Brittany's, my bowl went to Rachel's room, all my lighter's went to my mom, and my ashtray was dumped washed and put away.

NO more smoking in my room for me.

The end.

Redneck Undercover [Feeling Low]

June 24th, 2009

IIII won't worry my life awayyyyy...


What an fantastically rotten birthday. I'm feeling incredibly ditched. I thought I'd give people a little time, you know, to at least call today. No such luck. I was too far away from Earth yesterday to realize how suckish it was, really. My sister left for the night, no HB greeting. Dad said it once, the scarfed my brownies. Brittany and Amanda did call and come over, which made me stop crying at least. Blair didn't call, along with quite a few others. Ky called today with a HB, Buffy wished me HB three days in a row, ha ha. NO texts, a few scare messages on Myspace. I guess it was mostly Rachel's behavior that had me down, and the fact that Blair up and went to Florida, without telling me or calling or anything. I mean, all my exes remembered and not her? Jeez.

As for today, my sister was even more bitch-fest. She finally got home at 4:30 and didn't say a word until she screamed in my and my mom's face about an open can in her room. ..What?

I felt very redneck today. I'm 17 now, chillin at the pool smokin', drinkin', listening to country and riding home in the back of a huge red truck, sun beating down and smile on my face [until Rachel's glare broke my spirit.] Oh well.

I thought this year would be different... that someone would make it really special for me, other than my mom, gosh bless her soul.

Blowin' through the jazz band in my minddd...