Lately
Last night I slept over at Merina’s house after going to a dance her boyfriend was DJing at. It sucked, it was for like 10-15 years old so I was the oldest one there… and nobody danced. They either sat on the floor or ran around and played with beach balls we threw at them.
Two of Josh’s friends were also there, and I danced with the both of them (cause they asked). Tanner was really sweet, but Charlie kept like putting his hands on my ass. I thought it was funny. Apparently Tanner had a crush on me, and when Josh told him I had a boyfriend he was very disappointed. When the dance finally ended, Josh’s dad dropped Merina and I off at her house. Skid Head called and I talked to him for like an hour because we haven’t really gotten a chance to talk yet. Then Merina and I stayed up and talked for a while about our favourite topics.
The next day I found out that Charlie had been going on about the way I walked, and Josh and Tanner freaked out on him. I was a little more then pissed off because he like had been hitting on me the entire night (which I found amusing, cause he’s really immature). But whatever, Charlie’s opinion doesn’t matter, he looked like he got hit in the face with a frying pan a little to hard anyway. But I thought it was sweet that Josh and Tanner flipped out on him. Merina told me Josh said that if Charlie had commented on my walking to my face, they would have beat him haha. Too funny.
On Monday, Merina and I are planning on double dating at the AMC. We want to see John Tucker Must Die. Skid Head didn’t want to see it, but he made the mistake of telling me to give him one good reason why he should, and when I said cause it would make me happy he was sold haha. I’m good that way.
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7:43 pm |
You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some pretty boy hoping he’ll save you from your old ways…
Something my cousin Karen must pretend to never have read…
On Tuesday I went to my friend Robyn’s house, she threw a pretty kick ass party. Around three, we were cleaning up all the breakables and what not before people arrived and we started sipping at our drinks then. By the time Skid Head got there I was pretty drunk, and Robyn was really wasted. Skid Head thought the whole me being sickenly drunk was funny, but he made me eat some bread and rest anyway. I blame Robyn for refilling my drink when I wasn’t looking….
A lot of funny stuff happened at the party, and a lot of weird stuff too. Sam, who likes Skid Head, saw us kissing and texted my cell saying something like “u suck, i saw u and him make out. im so upset and drunk”. So now she’s acting like Skid Head and I betrayed her, and I guess I should have been more upfront with her but I thought she would handle it bad and she’s doing just that.
At one point, I got sick of being glared at so I went down into the basement to just collect myself and calm down before I went all spaztic. Skid Head thought I was mad at him for something, which was totally not true. Well I am mad but it isn’t at him its at the fact that I like him a lot. Kyla says that doesn’t make any sense but in my head it does… I guess I’m mad because I’m scared. But yeah, it was a pretty cool party.
A couple guys from a local band, xoElliott, showed up and Robyn kept saying “I’ll fight you xoElliot,” and “xoShutTheFuckUp”. It was pretty commical. But now Adam (Kyla’s boyfriend) is pissed off at me and hates Skid Head even more because we “weren’t hanging out with Kyla and something bad could have happened to her”. We were hanging out with Kyla, but when Adam came we let them chill together. When he left we hung out lots, except for when Kyla was in the garage and I wasn’t. But yeah, now Adam like hates me. So that’s great.
The day after the party, Skid Head’s mom called us and asked if he was there. She told us he never came home, and I started to freak out because he had left at like twelve and was walking home. he wouldn’t let me walk him home because he said I wouldn’t be able to do the walk (which is probably true). So Robyn and I ran all around town trying to find him on some bench but it turns out he was in his room sleeping all along and his brother just didn’t check properally. So next party, he isn’t walking home alone. Even though he was ok, it was kind of an eye opener.
Don’t you just love hearing about all the stupid teenage things I’m doing?
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5:24 pm |
Dead Mans Chest
I finally saw it today, after weeks of waiting. And Pirates of the Caribbean 2 is awesome! Course it turned me off sea food even more then before but hey. I wish I could have kissed Johnny Depp.
It was an interesting day, quite enjoyable. All because of Johnny Depps sweet face and acting skills, haha.
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11:30 pm |
His Words They Don’t Come Out Right
Boyfriends suck. The majority of them don’t know how to say what they mean or mean what they say. Or at least mine doesn’t. More about that later though, I should start with my actual day.
I went into town today to hang out with my friend Robyn. We walked up to the new Tim Hortons so I could grab an application, and along the way we passed Lewbag (ex-boyfriend) and his crew sitting on a bench probably stoned out of their minds. I successfully ignored him and went about my business of getting an ice cap and an application to fill out for later, but on the way back he called out from across the street “hey ugly”. Nice, real confidence booster. I know that it came from a cokehead who’s not going to amount to anything when he’s older, but still. Words cut, especially things like that from someone you once thought truly thought you were beautiful and liked you - but apparently never did.
When I got home, I was still peeved off cause Reaper had yet to call me and he was supposed to. When he did call he told me he was out bridge diving for the day which is fine, and then at some point during our conversation he asked me if I exercised often. I said “not really”, because when do I have the energy or time to exercise? Why do I need to anyway? I weigh like 101 pounds and I don’t pig out often on junk food (cause we usually don’t have it). He told me that I should. Um, hello, that totally sounded like he was implying I’m either lazy or fat and I should exercise my ass more.
I know he didn’t mean it that way, but after the whole “you’re ugly” thing by Lewbag, I’m starting to feel really insecure. I know I shouldn’t and that Reaper didn’t mean it that way, but a girl’s mind is a strange place. Now I’m worried that he’s mad at me because I was a little upset about those comments. God it’s a never ending cycle. I need to learn how to not let things get to me, pronto. Anyone know how to do that? I just know I’m going to fuck up this entire relationship with my insecurities and I don’t want to because I like him, and I’ve liked him for three years.
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12:31 am |
Of Lunches and Green Cars
Today Kathrynn and I took Granny and Papa to lunch at their favourite local place. We drove Granny’s new Camry car - which is a really cool green colour. Lunch was good, as usual we couldn’t finish it. I swear, every time we go out I can never finish my meals. Now I wish I had brought it home, cause I’m hungry.
During lunch Reaper called, but I couldn’t talk for long so that kind of sucked. Then David called when we were in the car. I had a fall out with him and I refuse to talk to him anymore, for good this time. I don’t pick up “elephant poop” (which is what I call the huge ass load of bull David always says).
And that was my day.
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11:47 pm |
Country Folk Can Have A Good Time Too
This weekend on the range has been very fun. We drank beer non-stop and went cow tipping and rode our beat up Fords in the mud. Then we played Scrabble, cause that’s what us country folks do.
Just kidding about the cow tipping, truck driving and Scrabble playing. Us country folk know how to have a good city time. We mostly just hung out by the pool and drank beer. We played pool vollyball (which I suck at, majorily) and shared lots of laughter and jokes.
On Saturday, which was the party for all those summer birthdays, Karen read a really touching letter she wrote to Granny and Papa. Presents were exchanged and Thomas was set loose on the cake. Shannon had tried to teach him how to poke holes in the icing with his finger like we all did as babies so that the adults wouldn’t know. However, Thomas thought it would be more fun to scoop up all the icing flowers and then eventually stick his whole head in the cake. It was really cute, but needless to say I didn’t have cake…not that I would have anyway. I hate coconut and I hate coconut cake.
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10:58 am |
All The Range
I’m looking forward to this weekend, it’s bound to be buckets of fun what with my cousins all coming down from way up there. It’s going to be so funny, when we all get together it’s like a five day drinking party. What can I say? We’re Irish. Just ask Karen to tell the story. If the adults are drunk enough, sometimes they’ll let Kate and I in on the fun. And if not, it’s always fun to watch them make fools of themselves.
Like boxing day last year, when Shannon was feeling really good and she kept playing “her and Nelson’s” song over and over again and saying “I LOVE YOU BABY” and singing. That was funny. And then Karen would join in and confess her undying love for Daren, which only slightly dims when around Kevin the Blockbuster guy (sorry…inside joke. Karen probably doesn’t even remember Kevin, but the poor kid is still madly in love with her). We play pool and I always lose cause I can’t play it right.
This time is bound to be more entertaining for me, if Reaper even shows up. It’s going to be really interesting seeing the family’s reaction to him. He sorta looks like a punk bad-ass (what with the mohawk that he said he’d shave off before Saturday but probably won’t get around to it) but he’s actually more polite then that “clean cut boy” I dated last. How very wrong my mother was. How very wrong I was. Clean cut boys suck. It’s a package for disaster.
But yes, I don’t think my grandmas ever seen a Mohawk, much less had a granddaughter who brought a boy with a Mohawk home. Usually we date, er, preps. Not really preps, but “clean cut boys”. However all the clean cut boys I know are either complete sneaky assholes or gay. Either way, that doesn’t sit to well with me.
I’m hoping by tomorrow my feet will stop hurting. Wonderland really is a painful experience on one’s feet, but no lines was totally worth being soaked by the rain. Except now I’m not really convinced that’s true…because the floor hurts my feet to walk on. Stupid floor.
My extended family should arrive in three hours or so…I think. I don’t know when they left. So I will blog later about all the funny stupid things Karen says and does, unless of course I am aloud to get drunk and then I say and do stupid things that Karen could blog about.
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12:46 pm |
Wonderland
Yesterday we went to Wonderland, and it rained pretty much all day. That was kind of a bonus because hardly anyone was there and we could get on the rides quickly without waiting in two hour long line ups. My cousin Rachel met up with us there, and we went on a couple of rides before deciding to take a bus to the mall to get out of the rain. Devon bought Sam and I new, warm sweaters cause we were soaked and we all bought CDs. By the time we were done with the mall, the rain had stopped and Rachel had to leave so we went back to Wonderland.
There was a lot of walking and at some points I wanted to throw myself on the ground and throw a tantrum. But I didn’t, I kept on trucking. My feet were sore and uncomfortable because my soaks were wet. I didn’t really enjoy some of the rides this year, maybe I’m getting too old for rollarcoasters. Or at least the ones that toss me around in my seat.
It was very awkward being there with Devon and with Sam. On the way there, Chelsee called out to Devon and told him to go out with me, right in front of Sam. And he kept putting his arms around me and stuff. We both don’t know how she really felt because Sam’s pretty good at not showing emotion…and she seemed pretty happy but I can’t be sure. She didn’t stab me with a knife or anything…so that has to count for something? I didn’t say anything to her, I didn’t know what to say because Devon and I aren’t going out…but we’re seeing each other? I dunno. I don’t think there was a need too, she seemed to already know. I guess it’s woman’s intitution.
The bus ride home was interesting, to say the least. I was really tired so I used Devon as a pillow. I made him listen to the new Pink CD I bought and to my new favourite song by her, Who Knew. Then my headphones blew so I couldn’t listen to my music.
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11:08 am |
Sweet News
It looks like Devon and I will be getting on the bus to Wonderland after all, which is sweet news because I’m supposed to meet up with my cousin Rachel there. Whom I haven’t seen since my great grandmas funeral a while ago.
My phone isn’t completely dead, but the clock still has some condenstation on it but I can still call people, recieve calls, 10-4, and text message so that’s good enough for me. When I actually get a job, then I’ll think about replacing it and getting one of those spiffy 10-4 camera phones.
I’m really looking forward to Wonderland. I won’t be going on the Drop Zone or those standing up rides, due to physical restrictions and a mad fear of heights. I like rollarcoasters because of the scary fun feeling they give you, but I will never go on a ride such of a drop zone that takes you WAY above your comfort height zone and drops you so fast that your lifted off the seat. No thank you, I’ll pass. I’ll take the tea cup ride over the drop zone any day.
Tonight I’m going into B-ville with Adam and Kyla. I’m going to inquire about my phone and see if it will still continue to work fine or if it will crap out on me at some point. It did get really wet.
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3:25 pm |
Ain’t Missing You
Today was just an all around bad day. JD and I went to Kyla’s house to swim but it was overcast and pretty shitty out. Kyla suggested going uptown to rent Brokeback Mountain, so we all climbed over the fence and headed uptown. I put my cell phone in Kyla’s purse for safety. Not even a quarter of the way there, it started pouring. Kyla’s sister and I headed back to their house and changed into dry clothes. When Kyla and JD got back they were soaked. I fished my cell out of Kyla’s purse, from a huge ass puddle. Let’s just say my phone is fucked and I don’t have the money to replace or fix it. Great.
Then we found out that Devon and I might not be able to take the bus to Wonderland, because we have Kyla and Adam’s tickets and bus fair wasn’t paid for them because they were going to drive up. Devon and I both don’t drive. So unless JD sorts that out, we’re screwed that way too.
So all I can say is fuck and I’m really not having a good day.
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9:44 pm |
