The Epic of Everything But What You Really Want To Read
It's freezing in my house right now. I don't even know why I'm complaining, it's always really cold in here and for some reason, no one in my family ever notices. If I ever bring it up, my Mom screams at me to put on a sweater. (Yeah, it's sad, I actually own more than one sweaters...)
I just woke up, too. I would go on a rant about how my lovely brother started screaming in my face to wake up, but I'm seriously not in the mood. I don't even know why I started this journal. I think I might have some issues, with starting things and never finishing them. Ever. This may end up becoming one of them.
Tomorrow I'm going to Massachusetts with my friend. I just spelled Massachusetts wrong for the ten millionth time, but... I can never spell it right, I'm stupid. I'm being boring.
How typical.
How was Thanksgiving, Zoe? Well, Ted, it was very boring. I hate Thanksgiving, and I always will. Maybe I'll move somewhere they don't celebrate it when I get older, and never visit home. (You have no idea how tempting that really is.) My extended family always comes to our house and insults my intelligence. The latter is a new trend that I'm suspecting is not going to go away anytime soon. They dote on my brother like he's the second coming, and then inform me that I should be more like him, and that writing and photography isn't going to help me out in life.
The only people that don't correct my posture whenever they see me, are my Dad's side of the family. They never do anything other than drink, which I guess explains everything...
Whatever, rant over.
I just woke up, too. I would go on a rant about how my lovely brother started screaming in my face to wake up, but I'm seriously not in the mood. I don't even know why I started this journal. I think I might have some issues, with starting things and never finishing them. Ever. This may end up becoming one of them.
Tomorrow I'm going to Massachusetts with my friend. I just spelled Massachusetts wrong for the ten millionth time, but... I can never spell it right, I'm stupid. I'm being boring.
How typical.
How was Thanksgiving, Zoe? Well, Ted, it was very boring. I hate Thanksgiving, and I always will. Maybe I'll move somewhere they don't celebrate it when I get older, and never visit home. (You have no idea how tempting that really is.) My extended family always comes to our house and insults my intelligence. The latter is a new trend that I'm suspecting is not going to go away anytime soon. They dote on my brother like he's the second coming, and then inform me that I should be more like him, and that writing and photography isn't going to help me out in life.
The only people that don't correct my posture whenever they see me, are my Dad's side of the family. They never do anything other than drink, which I guess explains everything...
Whatever, rant over.
Posted on November 28th, 2008 at 03:38pm
You spelled Massachusetts correctly :)
asteroid, November 28th, 2008 at 05:54:49pm