Exactly as the title describes. This weekend was so perfect. I spent it with my family which may seem incredibly annoying, but it really wasn't. It was relatively calm. It was my family, my dad's best friend and his wife, and then his friend, girlfriend and daughter. Three campsites side by side. Right next to the pool. And we played family feud against the other campers. We swam all day, and ate all night. We got up before the sun rose, and went down way after it had set. But no matter the lack of sleep, none of us were ever tired. Even Olivia, the 10 year old daughter of my dad's friend, wasn't tired. I sat next to a fire with a book, blanket, and great company.
I can't describe how nice it was to kick back, take a weekend off from work, and just keep it nice and calm and quiet with my family. I braided Olivia's hair and my dad's friends would pull on it. She'd scream and run around, like a typical little girl. It made me smile because it's the exact same thing they used to do to me when I was her age. So as I was sitting there braiding my own hair, he came over to me and yanked the braid out. Not forcefully or harmfully, just playing around to piss me off and get me going. I growled, got up, and smack him around a little. He proceeds to grab me by the neck, again extremely playfully, and messes up my hair again. After, he looks me straight in the face and says, you know it's only 'cause I love you.
My brother and myself rented a paddle boat to explore the lake. A $7 well spent, because for the hour we paddled out as far as you could see from shore. Sore as hell, but we did it. We had the time of our lives in an overrated hunk of plastic with two sets of bike pedals to move it.
it made me realize that no matter how much I need the money, taking the weekend off was one of the best things I could have done for myself. I forgot about all my troubles back home, everything that I'd been stressing out about. All the crap going on at work, all the people who've been beating me down.
This is the first summer in years I can actually say I didn't sit around all summer. I actually did things that I wanted to do. Even though I haven't seen Ian, Kevin, Taylor, Dylan, Penny, or any one else for that matter, I still did intersting things. I miss everyone, seeming as I've worked almost every day of the summer.
Ian and Kevin, I can't wait to see you guys when school starts. I miss you guys ! (:
This year's going to be good. The summer before it was good, so this year is going to be just as good. I'm not going to dwell on the seniors that are gone, because after three years I've built myself up enough to take their place.
I'm ready to do it- to spread my wings and fly. They may be gone, and their memories forever left in my heart, but it's time I stood up and said, I am the top of the top. I am the best of the best. I have worked my ass off, I have paid my dues and done my share. I've been hurt by my best friend. I've watched the man I loved love someone else. I got thrown out on the street by someone who meant the world to me. I've done it all, seen it all, and am prepared to take on anything now.
Look out, Central. The seniors of 2011 are going to kick some major ass this year, and you better be ready for it.
I love my life, and I love everyone in it. Period.
<3
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Summer Slump
So this summer, I haven't really blogged. Hardly any, in fact. I call it my summer slump. Not being able to put thoughts into phrases, or phrases into sentences. It's pathetic, because I know I am so much more accomplished than this.
I just never have anything substantial to write about.
Right now there's a cake baking that I'm bringing to my dad2's house tomorrow. For those of you who were wondering, I have 2 dads. My biological father, who is my dad first and foremost, and whom I am for the most of the time close with. Then there is my dad's best friend, who has two sons, but no daughters. So, he's sort of assigned himself to my dad 2 role. He does everything my father does. For my birthday he even gave me a card that was meant for a father to give to his daughter.
A year ago at this time I owed my parents just under $6500, granted I'd paid a few payments, so we'll say, $6200. Today, I owe them $1400. Not to mention I paid for everything my car needed, oilchanges, burnt bulbs, gas, and insurance. Someone said to me the other day that I shouldn't have gotten such a 'fancy car' because I had to pick up a second job to pay for it.
Let me set this straight right now.
I didnt HAVE to pick up a second job. I CHOSE to go back to my former job for the summer, because I love the people I work with and it's fun to do. The paycheck is just a sidenote. I do it because it's something to do. Yes, it has put a bit of a strain on my summer, but my car wasn't expensive for what it is, and it is by no means fancy. So, shut up, and pick on someone else !
This morning I got up and checked my phone and had a new picture message from Ian. it's a picture of the picture I drew him last year. And seeing that he still has it, meant a lot to me (: Thanks Ian !
I've also been single for a year now. Officially. My last official relationship was with Nick, which ended briefly after my 16th birthday. It is now briefly after my 17th birthday. Therefore, officially a year. So. What's the freaking problem? It's frustrating. I feel like there's something wrong with me.
I just have serious issues.
I'm going camping this weekend. Get me away from all of this -- sounds like a plaaaaan.
I just never have anything substantial to write about.
Right now there's a cake baking that I'm bringing to my dad2's house tomorrow. For those of you who were wondering, I have 2 dads. My biological father, who is my dad first and foremost, and whom I am for the most of the time close with. Then there is my dad's best friend, who has two sons, but no daughters. So, he's sort of assigned himself to my dad 2 role. He does everything my father does. For my birthday he even gave me a card that was meant for a father to give to his daughter.
A year ago at this time I owed my parents just under $6500, granted I'd paid a few payments, so we'll say, $6200. Today, I owe them $1400. Not to mention I paid for everything my car needed, oilchanges, burnt bulbs, gas, and insurance. Someone said to me the other day that I shouldn't have gotten such a 'fancy car' because I had to pick up a second job to pay for it.
Let me set this straight right now.
I didnt HAVE to pick up a second job. I CHOSE to go back to my former job for the summer, because I love the people I work with and it's fun to do. The paycheck is just a sidenote. I do it because it's something to do. Yes, it has put a bit of a strain on my summer, but my car wasn't expensive for what it is, and it is by no means fancy. So, shut up, and pick on someone else !
This morning I got up and checked my phone and had a new picture message from Ian. it's a picture of the picture I drew him last year. And seeing that he still has it, meant a lot to me (: Thanks Ian !
I've also been single for a year now. Officially. My last official relationship was with Nick, which ended briefly after my 16th birthday. It is now briefly after my 17th birthday. Therefore, officially a year. So. What's the freaking problem? It's frustrating. I feel like there's something wrong with me.
I just have serious issues.
I'm going camping this weekend. Get me away from all of this -- sounds like a plaaaaan.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Twisted.
Friday the 9th.
I go to pick up the gift my grandparents bought me for my birthday. It's a princess cut ruby with diamonds surrounding it. It's absolutely gorgeous. Fits my personal style perfectly, I've had my eye on it since eighth grade. And finally, my grandparents said to me, we know you work hard, you're a good student, and a good kid. Pick out whatever you'd like. So I picked that. In all the excitement of FINALLY having this ring after almost four years of droooooling over it, I took a picture of it and sent it to my friend. I get a text back, that says, "It's just a ring. What's so great about it?" I was in shock, my jaw dropped, I couldn't believe this. After awhile, I figured out that it wasn't her- it was her boyfriend. He proceeded to tell me that it meant nothing since it didn't have anything behind it. How about it means that I've worked just about every day this summer, and I paid off my car in just over a year? How about it means that someone finally appreciates everything I've done, the things I've been through, and everything I've sacrificed? Yeah, that's what I thought. So jewelry can't mean anything because my boyfriend didn't give it to me? He says that's not what he said, but it's exactly what he said.
Twisted.
Saturday the 10th.
I'm at work, just like every Saturday morning. I ask a customer if she'd like to buy a raffle ticket, because I'm supposed to ask every customer. She proceeds to give me a line of crap because I didn't know when the drawing was. Anyhow, she ends up buying one in the end, so I swipe her credit card, put it on the counter, and print her receipt for her to sign off on. She proceeds to yell at me because I put her card on the counter while I waited for the receipt. And then continued to tell me that I have no skills to run this business. Sorry hon, I don't run this place, I just work here.
Twisted.
After that endeavor, the assistant manager from another store was a fill-in supervisor because we were short handed. She doesn't know where anything is in our store since she's a fill-in, so she asked me to grab her a ticket gun. The closest one was through the back, since I was in the back of the store. I open the door to take it, and another employee's boyfriend was back there with her, he looks me straight in the face and says, "Speaking of the dumbasses..." I walked out. I'm not putting up with his shit. He has no right to treat me like that, whether he's joking around or not. You just don't talk to people like that- you just don't.
Twisted.
Wednesday the 14th.
I'm at my other job, and a customer walks up to my window, and asks what kind of icecream goes in the waffle bowls. I tell him we will put in whatever kind he'd like. He says he's not sure what kind he wants, and he wants me to 'design it for him.' I said sure, but are you allergic to anything? With my luck, he'd be allergic to peanuts or something and die on the spot. So he says, "Only ugly blonde chicks like you." I should have spit in his food. Or licked it. Or thrown it on the floor. Somehow befowled it in some way. This guy was just a major flea bag. Or in words of John the food prep guy, "profoundly rude."
Twisted.
Thursday the 15th.
It's 8:00 AM, I've just sent Matt off to work, and I'm in our living room watching TV. This obnoxious sounding truck pulls into my driveway- and I've never seen this truck before. Keep in mind, I'm the only one at the house right now. So whoever this guy is, he walks up to the side door, and rings the doorbell. The windows are open, so I know he heard it ring. He rings again. Since I don't answer the door, he walks to the front door- with windows in clear sight of the living room. I book it off the couch and hide in the opposite corner. He rings that bell, no lie, seven times in a row. Then I hear him walking away. But he's not leaving. I hear him walk back up to the side door, and ring the bell, again. Finally he gets in his truck and leaves. I hurry up and check the license plate, ready to write it down, I always do. I see a sticky note stuck to the door, says stopped by to say hello, you weren't here, give us a call sometime. As I saw the license plate, it instantly clicked to me who this guy was. When we sold our condo way back when, these people obviously moved into it, and we've somewhat kept in touch with them. It was that guy. But, isn't it rather certain that my parents would be working at 8 in the morning on a Thursday? And why aren't you? This guy, is also a flea bag. He's really weird and I've never really liked him much. He's just - weird.
Twisted.
It hasn't been a very good past few days, hopefully things will get better sooner than later. I don't want this bs anymore, it's gotta end eventually.
I go to pick up the gift my grandparents bought me for my birthday. It's a princess cut ruby with diamonds surrounding it. It's absolutely gorgeous. Fits my personal style perfectly, I've had my eye on it since eighth grade. And finally, my grandparents said to me, we know you work hard, you're a good student, and a good kid. Pick out whatever you'd like. So I picked that. In all the excitement of FINALLY having this ring after almost four years of droooooling over it, I took a picture of it and sent it to my friend. I get a text back, that says, "It's just a ring. What's so great about it?" I was in shock, my jaw dropped, I couldn't believe this. After awhile, I figured out that it wasn't her- it was her boyfriend. He proceeded to tell me that it meant nothing since it didn't have anything behind it. How about it means that I've worked just about every day this summer, and I paid off my car in just over a year? How about it means that someone finally appreciates everything I've done, the things I've been through, and everything I've sacrificed? Yeah, that's what I thought. So jewelry can't mean anything because my boyfriend didn't give it to me? He says that's not what he said, but it's exactly what he said.
Twisted.
Saturday the 10th.
I'm at work, just like every Saturday morning. I ask a customer if she'd like to buy a raffle ticket, because I'm supposed to ask every customer. She proceeds to give me a line of crap because I didn't know when the drawing was. Anyhow, she ends up buying one in the end, so I swipe her credit card, put it on the counter, and print her receipt for her to sign off on. She proceeds to yell at me because I put her card on the counter while I waited for the receipt. And then continued to tell me that I have no skills to run this business. Sorry hon, I don't run this place, I just work here.
Twisted.
After that endeavor, the assistant manager from another store was a fill-in supervisor because we were short handed. She doesn't know where anything is in our store since she's a fill-in, so she asked me to grab her a ticket gun. The closest one was through the back, since I was in the back of the store. I open the door to take it, and another employee's boyfriend was back there with her, he looks me straight in the face and says, "Speaking of the dumbasses..." I walked out. I'm not putting up with his shit. He has no right to treat me like that, whether he's joking around or not. You just don't talk to people like that- you just don't.
Twisted.
Wednesday the 14th.
I'm at my other job, and a customer walks up to my window, and asks what kind of icecream goes in the waffle bowls. I tell him we will put in whatever kind he'd like. He says he's not sure what kind he wants, and he wants me to 'design it for him.' I said sure, but are you allergic to anything? With my luck, he'd be allergic to peanuts or something and die on the spot. So he says, "Only ugly blonde chicks like you." I should have spit in his food. Or licked it. Or thrown it on the floor. Somehow befowled it in some way. This guy was just a major flea bag. Or in words of John the food prep guy, "profoundly rude."
Twisted.
Thursday the 15th.
It's 8:00 AM, I've just sent Matt off to work, and I'm in our living room watching TV. This obnoxious sounding truck pulls into my driveway- and I've never seen this truck before. Keep in mind, I'm the only one at the house right now. So whoever this guy is, he walks up to the side door, and rings the doorbell. The windows are open, so I know he heard it ring. He rings again. Since I don't answer the door, he walks to the front door- with windows in clear sight of the living room. I book it off the couch and hide in the opposite corner. He rings that bell, no lie, seven times in a row. Then I hear him walking away. But he's not leaving. I hear him walk back up to the side door, and ring the bell, again. Finally he gets in his truck and leaves. I hurry up and check the license plate, ready to write it down, I always do. I see a sticky note stuck to the door, says stopped by to say hello, you weren't here, give us a call sometime. As I saw the license plate, it instantly clicked to me who this guy was. When we sold our condo way back when, these people obviously moved into it, and we've somewhat kept in touch with them. It was that guy. But, isn't it rather certain that my parents would be working at 8 in the morning on a Thursday? And why aren't you? This guy, is also a flea bag. He's really weird and I've never really liked him much. He's just - weird.
Twisted.
It hasn't been a very good past few days, hopefully things will get better sooner than later. I don't want this bs anymore, it's gotta end eventually.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Three Cheers for Five Years
Well, it has officially been five years, so I have to do this.
1. You've always been able to make me smile
No matter what the situation, I've always been able to count on you to make me smile. Even if that meant stealing my stuff and never giving it back, scribbling my name on the inside of your hat, or putting on my abercrombie sweatshirt. I've been hurt a lot, and get upset easily, and you've always known just what to do or say to fix it. I know, I could be Jewish, Helen Keller, and a whole list of other things.
2. You gave me the chance to see that I'm good enough
If there's one thing that I'll take away from all of this, it's the fact that you made me feel a lot better about who I am as a person. By giving me that chance, no matter how hard I had to work for it, you made me see that hey, I'm good enough. I'm good enough to find someone decent and be treated decent. I'm good enough to show the world that I'm confident, that I know what I want, and if I want it bad enough, I can ge tit.
3. You were willing to do anything. And really, anything.
Anything I ever needed, you did. When my iPod got stolen you looked for it. When I was sick and needed a shoulder to lean on, you sat there and let me. When I was cold you'd give me your hoodie to wear. When I was mad at you you'd poke my face until I wasn't mad anymore. No matter what, you'd do anything for me. You'd drag me face to face to friends that I was in fights with. You stopped at my house to make sure I was okay when I wasn't. When my boyfriend broke up with me you offered to break his legs. You've done so much, that I can't even start to list it all.
All in all
The past five years have been hell and happiness in some weird combination. I don't know how to explain them, I can't put words to them. I can't say they were all a cakewalk, but I've learned a lot about myself and that I'll take with me wherever I choose to go. No matter what I'll remember everything and I'll cherish it all forever. No matter where you go, what you do, who you do it with, you'll always know that I'm never forgetting.
1. You've always been able to make me smile
No matter what the situation, I've always been able to count on you to make me smile. Even if that meant stealing my stuff and never giving it back, scribbling my name on the inside of your hat, or putting on my abercrombie sweatshirt. I've been hurt a lot, and get upset easily, and you've always known just what to do or say to fix it. I know, I could be Jewish, Helen Keller, and a whole list of other things.
2. You gave me the chance to see that I'm good enough
If there's one thing that I'll take away from all of this, it's the fact that you made me feel a lot better about who I am as a person. By giving me that chance, no matter how hard I had to work for it, you made me see that hey, I'm good enough. I'm good enough to find someone decent and be treated decent. I'm good enough to show the world that I'm confident, that I know what I want, and if I want it bad enough, I can ge tit.
3. You were willing to do anything. And really, anything.
Anything I ever needed, you did. When my iPod got stolen you looked for it. When I was sick and needed a shoulder to lean on, you sat there and let me. When I was cold you'd give me your hoodie to wear. When I was mad at you you'd poke my face until I wasn't mad anymore. No matter what, you'd do anything for me. You'd drag me face to face to friends that I was in fights with. You stopped at my house to make sure I was okay when I wasn't. When my boyfriend broke up with me you offered to break his legs. You've done so much, that I can't even start to list it all.
All in all
The past five years have been hell and happiness in some weird combination. I don't know how to explain them, I can't put words to them. I can't say they were all a cakewalk, but I've learned a lot about myself and that I'll take with me wherever I choose to go. No matter what I'll remember everything and I'll cherish it all forever. No matter where you go, what you do, who you do it with, you'll always know that I'm never forgetting.
Monday, June 28, 2010
I feel so much better.
Everyone is currently wondering what's up with my status, sooo, I'll explain it (:
I was having a chat with my good friend last night, who is also good friends with someone that I used to be exceptionally crazy about. For those of you who follow my blog regularly, it's the guy named Tim that I used to work with at Goodwill. And my good friend, is Skye who is also even more good friends with him. Anyhow, we were having a fairly normal, relatively calm chat yesterday afternoooon, and then I said how frustrated I was with myself that I still wear the perfume that Tim gave me for Christmas this past year. She went on about how it's not a bad thing, and that SHE actually picked it, and not him. So strike one Tim, you lied about that one. We then brought up the one thing that split the two of us apart in the first place, his ex gf, who I'm not even going to bother to put a name to because it's unneccesary. We started talking about her, and everything that's happened between the time that Tim let me go and today (well, yesterday, actually).
Then, she mentions the fact on WHY we never actually dated. The equation was basically simple~ I liked him. He liked me. Bam, done. Ehhh, not really. She said that his parents- yes, his parents- were telling him that I was too young for him. His family, who had never a day in their lives met me, was judging me. Well this ones for them- I may be sixteen years old, but I work two jobs. I have a brother who I've helped raise because he's disabled. I partly run a family business, and I'm on the honor roll. I've never touched alcohol or a cigarette, I have big dreams that I know I'll fulfill. I've never walked in past curfew and never been grounded more than a day. BUt these people, who have never ever met me, were judging me.
And he listened to them! So he went galloping right back to his ex who is only two years older than I am, and left me completely without any other say. Strike two, Tim, letting others tell you what to do. You never striked me as that type.
Here's the icing on the cake. He went to Skye's house one day last week, per normal. He asked how I was. She tells him I'm great. He asks if I have a boyfriend. She says no. He asks if any guys like me, or are interested in me. She says yes. He wants to know who. She tells him. He flips out. She continued to tell him how happy I am, with just the mere thought of someone else.
Strike three, Tim, acting concerned because I'm happy, and acting like you actually give a damn about me anymore.
So. Screw you. Screw all of it. Screw them for trying to tell you what to do. Screw you for letting them. You disgust me, in every single way. And if I ever see you again, I will probably rip your eyes out of your face. I gave you everything, I tried so damn hard, And you gave me nothing. So screw you, hope you have a nice life.
Oh, and PS, if you try to crawl back when I'm a little older, it's not gonna happen. You've caused way too much.
I know it's hard to hate anyone, but.........
I was having a chat with my good friend last night, who is also good friends with someone that I used to be exceptionally crazy about. For those of you who follow my blog regularly, it's the guy named Tim that I used to work with at Goodwill. And my good friend, is Skye who is also even more good friends with him. Anyhow, we were having a fairly normal, relatively calm chat yesterday afternoooon, and then I said how frustrated I was with myself that I still wear the perfume that Tim gave me for Christmas this past year. She went on about how it's not a bad thing, and that SHE actually picked it, and not him. So strike one Tim, you lied about that one. We then brought up the one thing that split the two of us apart in the first place, his ex gf, who I'm not even going to bother to put a name to because it's unneccesary. We started talking about her, and everything that's happened between the time that Tim let me go and today (well, yesterday, actually).
Then, she mentions the fact on WHY we never actually dated. The equation was basically simple~ I liked him. He liked me. Bam, done. Ehhh, not really. She said that his parents- yes, his parents- were telling him that I was too young for him. His family, who had never a day in their lives met me, was judging me. Well this ones for them- I may be sixteen years old, but I work two jobs. I have a brother who I've helped raise because he's disabled. I partly run a family business, and I'm on the honor roll. I've never touched alcohol or a cigarette, I have big dreams that I know I'll fulfill. I've never walked in past curfew and never been grounded more than a day. BUt these people, who have never ever met me, were judging me.
And he listened to them! So he went galloping right back to his ex who is only two years older than I am, and left me completely without any other say. Strike two, Tim, letting others tell you what to do. You never striked me as that type.
Here's the icing on the cake. He went to Skye's house one day last week, per normal. He asked how I was. She tells him I'm great. He asks if I have a boyfriend. She says no. He asks if any guys like me, or are interested in me. She says yes. He wants to know who. She tells him. He flips out. She continued to tell him how happy I am, with just the mere thought of someone else.
Strike three, Tim, acting concerned because I'm happy, and acting like you actually give a damn about me anymore.
So. Screw you. Screw all of it. Screw them for trying to tell you what to do. Screw you for letting them. You disgust me, in every single way. And if I ever see you again, I will probably rip your eyes out of your face. I gave you everything, I tried so damn hard, And you gave me nothing. So screw you, hope you have a nice life.
Oh, and PS, if you try to crawl back when I'm a little older, it's not gonna happen. You've caused way too much.
I know it's hard to hate anyone, but.........
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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