It all started Friday at lunch. Posie was talking about this concert that was going on. There was going to be four or five bands playing, and it was going to be lots of fun. The five of us all decided to go and check it out. The five of us include: Posie, Dasha, Katie, myself, and unfortunetly Cassie.
Of course I still had to ask my mom for permission, but I didn't think it would be a problem since she's always trying to get me to go out and do more. Posie was going to stop by my house and pick me up around six that night, and we would pick up the other girls from there.
My mom got home around 430 and I thought it would be best to just ask. I told her how all my friends were going to be going to this concert and how I wanted to go as well. She was all for me going, at first. I mentioned that I was probably going to be out kind of late. Maybe midnight, or one at the latest. She freaked out when I mentioned this.
"There is no way I'm letting you stay out that late, your only 16," she informed me.
I of course wouldn't let it go. I brought up New Years from a year ago. "You let me go to a New Years Eve party when I was 15. If I was allowed to stay out till midnight then why can't I now that I"m older?"
"That was for a special occasion. I don't want you staying out that late, and that final."
With that she turned around and headed into the kitchen. I stormed up to my room, slammed the door behind me, and called Posie to tell her the bad news. I honestly can't understand my mother. She is always telling me I need to get out more and do more things with kids my own age. It seems like though the second I do she tells me I can't do it.
My mother is psychotic, that 's the only explanation. I spent Friday night at home, by myself, watching the first 3 Saw movies. Then I spent Valentine's Day first at my Saturday night church service (Which was a lot of fun, and was really glad that I decided to go instead of having a pity party at home.) After I got home I watched the 4 and 5 Saw movies.
Thought: My mother needs to make up her mind. Either she wants me to get out and have a life, or stay home and keep going the way I am. But she can't have both, it's physically impossible. Now someone just needs to tell her that.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Was It A Good Day, Or a Bad?
Hey how is everyone out there in the web universe doing? I know that if you follow my blog you'll notice that I've been gone for quite awhile now, and I don't like it one bit. Hopefully, I'll be able to find the time to keep you all informed about the goings on in my life. Nothing too exciting has happened in this new year. Certainly nothing as disastrous as what happened last New Years Eve. (For those of you who don't know what happened go back to last January in my blog and read all about it.)
I started back to school last week, so I'm half way through week two. Actually, I was really excited to go back. I was starting to get bored with my vacation. Which usually happens because I'm a freak and love to go to school and learn. The only thing I hate about high school is all the drama. I swear it's like living in a soap opera that you can't escape, because you're forced to go.
Anyways, my week was going great. Learned some really great things in my classes. Got A's on two quizzes, and an A on a test. Yep, that's all just in three days. I also didn't have any real run ins with Cassie, (The girl I'm fairly certain is trying to ruin my life.) That is until today.
It was at lunch. I was sitting with my three friends: Posie, Dasha, and Katy, when she dropped her tray right down across from me. She smiled over at me with a condescending look that she has perfected, and I always get. She looks down at the shirt I'm wearing and I just know that she's going to make a rude, or inappropriate, comment. My shirt is nearly two sizes too big, since it used to be my older brothers. He got it back when he was in high school, at the concert of his favorite band back then, in the 80's. I won't tell you which band it was, I'll let you wonder. If I told you that would take away half the fun.
Cassie then tells me, "If your trying for the retro look it's falling a little flat. It's not so cool if you just wear a shirt from an 80's band. Actually, it's kind of lame."
"It's not just a shirt," I tell her, "It was my older brothers, he gave it to me. He's from the 80's."
"Being made in the 80's doesn't mean you're from the 80's," she threw back.
"He got it at their concert, and he says it's one of the best one's he's ever been too," I pushed myself up from the table. "Sorry I got to go, I have to get something done. See you all later."
I smiled to myself as I walked away knowing that on the back of my shirt it said the tour was in 1987. My brother would have been 14 when he went to the concert. I think what I took from this conversation was if you don't let a person make you feel small that can't. It seems like ever since she started here that's what she's been doing making me feel less of a person. What I realized today was that she can try all she wants but if I don't take it it won't affect me.
It really was a good day. Talk to you later.
I started back to school last week, so I'm half way through week two. Actually, I was really excited to go back. I was starting to get bored with my vacation. Which usually happens because I'm a freak and love to go to school and learn. The only thing I hate about high school is all the drama. I swear it's like living in a soap opera that you can't escape, because you're forced to go.
Anyways, my week was going great. Learned some really great things in my classes. Got A's on two quizzes, and an A on a test. Yep, that's all just in three days. I also didn't have any real run ins with Cassie, (The girl I'm fairly certain is trying to ruin my life.) That is until today.
It was at lunch. I was sitting with my three friends: Posie, Dasha, and Katy, when she dropped her tray right down across from me. She smiled over at me with a condescending look that she has perfected, and I always get. She looks down at the shirt I'm wearing and I just know that she's going to make a rude, or inappropriate, comment. My shirt is nearly two sizes too big, since it used to be my older brothers. He got it back when he was in high school, at the concert of his favorite band back then, in the 80's. I won't tell you which band it was, I'll let you wonder. If I told you that would take away half the fun.
Cassie then tells me, "If your trying for the retro look it's falling a little flat. It's not so cool if you just wear a shirt from an 80's band. Actually, it's kind of lame."
"It's not just a shirt," I tell her, "It was my older brothers, he gave it to me. He's from the 80's."
"Being made in the 80's doesn't mean you're from the 80's," she threw back.
"He got it at their concert, and he says it's one of the best one's he's ever been too," I pushed myself up from the table. "Sorry I got to go, I have to get something done. See you all later."
I smiled to myself as I walked away knowing that on the back of my shirt it said the tour was in 1987. My brother would have been 14 when he went to the concert. I think what I took from this conversation was if you don't let a person make you feel small that can't. It seems like ever since she started here that's what she's been doing making me feel less of a person. What I realized today was that she can try all she wants but if I don't take it it won't affect me.
It really was a good day. Talk to you later.
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