
Huge House @ MindSay 
Have you ever heard something, and just gone, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?"
I mean, in public and everything.
Why does no one ever tell me anything!? They all just assumed I already knew...
I know the drummer in Bob Seger's band.
Seriously.
I was best friends with his DAUGHTER.
I've been to his HOUSE.
Inside!
I slept over there, and got creeped out because it was so fuckin huge!
My friend got her toe crushed by their fancy marble chairs!
And I thought they were just rich because they owned the Campbell soup company, or something.
ok well i gotta admit i had fun meeting there new neighboors, seeing there new house and having fun first i played outside with all the kids we played football then some of us me, trisha, seth and damian were playing the PS2 Inside The House Cuz they have a flippin huge tv its like huge lol so that was cool then after the party we took leilani & trisha to a haunted house at the turlock sportsmans club then afterwards we hung out in the bar area, some of the other members bought us soda and candy it was fun it was only my second trip there but i hope to go bak soon cuz my parents wanna join.
~kk
Well, it's Sunday morning and all is calm. There was a huge discussion yesterday morning with HIM about the sneakiness of him doing stuff around the house when I'm not there. It was as I suspected. HE does it because I am overly critical and need to have control over everything that goes on here. But thats because HE fucks things up alot of the time. 2 cases in point: Curtains in my bedroom were rigged with paper clips because the bar was not level (I won't even explain that one) and when HE was making his "mosaic" table on the sunporch he 1. scratched my glass top table by putting his salvation army table on top of it to work and 2. spilled a bunch of polyurethane on the carpet. So now there is the "hard" spot in the carpet. I never brought it up and I think HE thinks HE has sucessfully hidden it. So whatever. The deal is now I'm told when stuff is going to be done and the sneakiness ends.
So yesterday was pretty productive. The mountain of mail is down to a manageable size and alot of things that were nagging me business wise was taken care of. I was supposed to do some video editing for another department at the hospital but the DVD they gave me was corrupt, so I lost about 5 or 6 hours I would have copped over the weekend, but no biggie.
Today it's more stuff around the house. Going to complete getting my project room finished downstairs, list a few things on ebay, head to wal mart for some fabric, make some minor repairs around the house, and do the daily cleaning of dog hair. I'm hoping we go see The Exorcism of Emily Rose tonight. If that happens, I'll give my review.
Yay, I got my uniform! ^^ Usually it's boring, but it wasn't bad because it's /finally/ a different one, when I've been wearing the same uniform for 9 years...0.0; Yup. I didn't end up going to the anime thingie, because I was getting my uniform... But that's okay, sicne I wasn't paticularly enthusiatic about going today anyway. If I didn't like the first half, why would I like the second...?
And I'm not sure if I'm going to use up my last dance class tonight, since I've been really tired all day. I always have trouble sleeping...@__@; Well, it was actually somewhat normal until about a week ago, so recently it's been taking me like 2 hours to go to sleep, which is REALLY annoying, and I keep on waking up... However, the good thing about that is that now I remember all of my weird little dreams. Ohh, here's one from yesterday:
I was in this summer class thing, I think it was another acting thing. Anyway, I met this little kid there and he thought I was really cool. ((He seriously resembled the dark-haired kid I had to babysit in another dream, when we were in the Circus Juventas tent and we had to fight Lord Voldemort, except he looked like a giant slug, and...yeah, that's another story. 0.0; )) The day afterward he's like, "Wanna come over to my house to play???" I said, "Uh...sure!" ^^ Except he actually ended up coming to /my/ house...But it wasn't /really/ my house, it was only mine in the dream. It was huge, and there was a hole in the wall in the kichen where, if you climbed on top of the refrigerator, you could climb into my room. I had a bunk bed, too. Anyway, we were going to play hide-and-seek. He hid, I couldn't find him, so I started hiding, in the top bunk of my bed. He finally found me, and you could tell he was annoyed. He said, "I've been looking for you for 30 minutes!" Then we walked to the porch, except now it was my REAL porch from real life. (it's inside) It started storming and he said, "I better go home now." So he walked home and I watched out the window. I woke up, the end. Okay, yup, that wasn't as random as my other dreams, but what the heck, I feel like posting it. ^^;;
I miss you more frequently every moment. Fortunately, I've been able to get out of the house regularly without much difficulty. I love walking down the street in the sunglasses I found, they make me look so rad. They're huge, and take up over half of my face; they make me feel like a stranger. I can almost hear the thoughts of the people driving by - their thoughts border on two extremes: "Whoa, that chick looks really fly with her hair whipping in the wind, and those large-ass glasses" or "Keep that freakish looking girl away from my babies and my gasoline-guzzling SUV."
My thoughts are filled with a constant: you. I even graffiti-ed your name and all the chaotic pictures I see when I think of you. Needless to say, it's several pages long.
I was sitting on an abandonned bench today, and I saw a bug that reminded me of you. Yes, I'm a freak. The bug's wings were all tattered and torn, and it looked as if it was having trouble breathing. But just like the Little Engine That Could, the bug was making it's way up the bench. I knew that if I had been able to take a closer look, the bug's face would be full of determination to make it's way home. I dunno why, but it filled me with hope. even those with tattered wings can accomplish what they want to with hope. Man, I'm a freak, and I know it.
So, I was walking back home, right? Looking all kewl with my strut, my hair flying in the wind, and my too-big-sunglasses, and this guy on a motorcycle was approaching. Naturally, right before he passed a wasp got stuck in my hair, and I had to dance around all dorky-like because I could feel it's stinger trying to break my skin. I guess I showed that guy a bit of my inner-self. Heh.
I guess this letter is more to myself than anyone else, because it's long, drawn-out, and it gives me something to do. Pretending that people take interest in my daily adventures boosts my confidance...
Eternal <3 and peace,
.Cap'n.
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