So I basically haven't updated for a while. And really, there's nothing to update on. No one ever reads this things. You can tell by the overflowing comments. But anyways..I feel like updating while I'm not watching the State of the Union Address. I'll read about it later on MSNBC.com.
So basically, I turned 17. The Friday before I turned 17, I got a speeding ticket. Thought I was gonna puke. Go to court to hopefully get no points on the 28th of February. Other than that, my birthday weekend was nothing short of amazing. The first year in my life that I didn't have an official party. But I did get to hang out with two of the best people in the entire world, Travis Shane & Kelley Ruth. Two of the people that can always put a smile on my face. & I wouldn't of spent my last day of being 16 with anyone else.
Now onto today, because other than my birthday, everything has been school & work & basically nothing to bore you with, cuz it's mostly all the same.
Attention: You can stop reading at any time. No one's forcing you to read this. So I don't want to hear any bitching.
I get in the house after coming home from school, in a pretty good mood, and instantly my mom starts yelling at me. And what she was saying, she could have said in a calm tone. But no, she yells. And I didn't even do anything. Ever since her surgery about a week ago, she's been nothing but moody. And I can understand that, I've dealt with it before. But why does it have to come back on my father & I. It's not our fault, if we could do something to change it, we would. But we can't. And I think that makes it that much worse. Sometimes I can't believe what I hear some of you complain about, how your parents are so bad, blah blah blah. The 2 exceptions I can think of to this is Angel & Christina..and I'm not going to say why, because they should know, and it's none of your business if you don't know what I mean. But really, everybody's like "wahhh wahhh I have it so fucking bad" Try living with my mom. Whose nervous system is breaking down at an increased rate everyday. And yes, it could be much worse, and I'm glad it isn't, but many of you have it way better, and you don't even know it. And it pisses me off. Stop fucking whining.
So I decided to take a walk because I really could not stand being in the house. I walked for about an hour around Littlestown, and it had been the first walk I had gone on since before I got my liscense. Now that I have my liscense, I drive everywhere, even places I could walk. And that needs to change. And I basically talked to God the whole time. And I don't care how stupid you think that sounds or whatever, because I know He's real, and He will always be there to listen, unlike some people. And it really did make me feel somewhat better. I decided some things need to change:
1. I need to become a better, nicer person.
2. I need to become a better daughter.
3. I need to try harder. School, etc.
4. I need to start dieting and exercising. Not because I'm a little overweight, but because it's my life & I want to be able to live it to the fullest. It's my health, and I need to control whatever I can.
And some random other things. Towards the end of my walk, I saw Brandon leaving his house. Then he came around the block & stopped to see what I was doing. I think that's the least I've ever talked to him. Not because I didn't want to talk to him, but because I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone. But seeing him did cheer me up slightly. He's another lucky one that can always put a smile on my face.
During my walk I decided that all I have is here & now. I don't have my yesterdays because they're already gone, and I don't have my tomorrows because they're never guaranteed. This doesn't mean I need to go out & start doing crazy stuff & live life to the fullest, but I do need to make the most of what I have, here & now. Be nicer to people, try harder, be a better person overall.
I ended my walk with, what would people say if I just died with no known cause, just suddenly. And no I'm not suicidal. It's just one of the things I wonder. Who would think about me, who would come to my funeral, visit my grave, etc.?
So yeah, there's an update. |