I'm very sorry for the multiple mistakes and run-ons and little sense this is go the most horrible crazy unexpected thing happened to me last Thursday. I would go straight to the point but with all great stories u have to start from the beginning. So on Wendsday I had tried to call Jessie but he never answer so I ended up calling one of my friends and we spent like 3 and a half ours talking about the last 3 guys she met and we made fun of every single one of them until we laughed so hard i was literally blue in the face which stayed this way for about 45 minutes before i started slapping it and turned it purple. if you learned anything by this very odd experience its that if your face is blue hitting it multiple times will not help. Also it makes your cheeks feel way worse than they already did. Well my mom had gone out with Roger or Ralph or whoever that night and she still hadn't come home when i went to sleep at 12 o clock so I ended up dreaming about all the disturbing stuff she could be doing and yeah ewww. So when I woke up that morning, surprisingly late at like 1 or 2, And I found my mom asleep and surely hungover so decided that I was going to have to take the bus which I hate and have sucked at. I once found myself in the middle of the next town over when i was trying to get to my dads house months ago. So yeah I get on the bus to take the 20 minute ride to Pasta's office and unfortunately its like completely filled up so i had stand and i mean honestly that's not fun but after like 5 minutes this chick got off and the guy who was sitting with her was like 'hey' and since he was behind me i had no clue who he was talking to until he said it again and i turned around wondering who he was talking too and realized it was me then he said 'this space is free if you want to sit.' So if this was some middle aged guy I probably would have denied the offer but he looked like he was around my age and was pretty hot so I decided why not and sat down. So yeah he made a joke about one of the hobo's that lives outside of the music store down the street from my house and I laughed and yada yada yada so we talked until i got to my stop and i told him i had to get off and he made a sad face and asked for my email so i gave it to him while standing by the way making the bus driver glare and make throat clearing noises. So I tried to get off but before i could he called asking me what my name was which its kinda sad that that subject never came up and i yelled it back and he told me his name was Ryliey and I smiled and he smiled and the bus driver went 'GRRRRRRRR' and practically kicked me off the bus and i was forced to be super happy and grinny while being with Pasta so he asked all these questions that i refused to answer. So Pasta is in the middle of telling me this long psycho mumbo jumbo while i lay on his psychologist lying chair that he says his mom bought him when he graduated what ever school psychologist go to and i've been begging him to lay on since the first day. Yes i know that should be in parenthesis but i already apoligized so deal. So he's talking when someone knocks on the door. So Pasta says come in and Jessie walks in. I bolt up straight like WTH? And Pasta goes 'oh this is my son' And im like 'Jessie?' And Pasta's like 'You know my son?' And Jessie's staring at me like i just grew a seperate head and says 'this is the girl you were talking about?' So that just sets me off and I run out of the room down the hall and out of the building making the secretary screw up her lipstick in the proccess. So I'm running to the bus which luckly arived like 2 minutes after i got there and get on the bus when i see ryliey in the back with a large grocery bag beside him looking completly bored listening to an IPOD. So i sit beside him and he doesnt notice for a while which i dont mind because it gave me time to think. I mean now Jessie know I go to therapy and probably thinks im a psycho freak cause who know how much his dad has told him about me and now he'll probably never talk to me again which shouldnt bother me so much because he was always really busy any way but still. And while i'm thinking that exact thing Ryliey turns to me and smiled and i completly forget my problem and ask him what he was listening to and we start listening to it together while he tells me about how he has to get groceries for his grandmother every week and since he can't drive yet so he's stuck on the bus. And he told me about how he lives with her and his parents who live in chicago cause the run some busness together but he didn't want to leave because his life is here and he didnt feel like starting over so. So I rode around the town talking to him until like 9 when i had to go home and we've been IMing each other all weekend when i told him about Pasta. So today while i should be at Pasta's office im here typing this because there was no way i was going to be able talk to him knowing that Jessie was his son.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Notice thank you for noticing this new notice
Ok so I spent about 2 and a half hours trying to download Paramore onto my flash drive and failed miserably until I finally realized that I was just re downloading it to the computer about 5ty thousand times. Went on facebook and downloaded a new app then myspace to enter some target contest because I will win that 2000 dollar gift card. But yeah I danced around the room with the music really loud singing the words until I got tired, got to 1100 words on Best Enemy, drew a picture of this girl sleeping with her hair everywhere and lastly I started jumping on my bed and ended up hitting my head on the ceiling falling uncontious for about an hour and then waking up to right this. also since this is going to be really short I decided to post pictures of funny signs that I saw way back when I owned a website.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Quiet time
So super bored no ones home except me and my sister. She's not really my sister but she's my moms best friends daughter and we've known each other for like half our lives so 1 just call her my sister. Also I forgot her name 2 and a half years ago and i figured it was too late to ask sooo i just yell sis or Chica or just simply hey you. Her name is something in spanish and its long and complicated so its not as bad as it sounds. So she's like running around here with her freaky looking american girl doll that she cut half the hair off of and probably buried several times. And she left it on the couch 15 minutes ago and the stupid thing was staring at me and i swear when i walked by it again it had turned around to look at me.
so yeah im just bored and freaked out so i decided what better thing to do than blog. By the way my story Best Enemy is over 9000 words!!! Yeah meee. Will be in stores in the upcoming 2 years.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
No I am not a sea cow
Welp it's Tuesday and time to enlighten you all on the great conversation I had with Pasta and my......how do I say this.......Complex weekend. So I'll go in chronological order.
Friday night my aunt came,very late in the night by the way, with her little baby and dog (cookie). By this point My Mom hadn't came yet, I was starving, and the phone was ringing multiple times and every one was to lazy to answer it. So yes, I answer the phone, Aunt runs in so does dad, Darkangel14 collapse of starvation and dies. Everyone mourns.
Anyway, so after I resurrected myself (Playing way too many video games sorry) So yeah I come back from the dead and realize that some one on the other side of the voice is saying hello? multiple time. You know the hello you say when you don't exactly know if someones on the other side of the phone but you don't want to sound stupid and call out their name hysterically or hangup just in case they're there. Woooh 3 homonyms (homophones?) in one sentence. So I'm like
Me: Oh yeah hi
I say feeling hungover, you know hungry cause you can't eat without puking, tired cause you can't get to sleep without feeling like you were going to die, and you have a head ache because ppl won't stop talking in a normal volume. As if this person heard my thoughts
Person1: Are you drunk?
I realize that person one is Jessie and he thinks I'm drunk. I switch to the phone in my room.
Me: No but I might as well be.
Jessie: OK (says skeptically) I haven't talked to you in a while.
Me: Hmmm is that so (like I didn't notice that he hasn't called me in what 1 or 2 weeks?)
Jessie: (confused by my sarcasm) Umm yeah its been a while.
Me: So whats up
Jessie: I wanted to know if you wanted to come to the movies with me.
Me: To see what?
Jessie: I don't care. You can choose. I just want to see you.
I thought about this for a while.
Me: Fine
Jessie:So what do you want to see.
Me: Don't know. Pick me up at 5 tomorrow.
Jessie: (very confused) ummm OK.
Me: I gotta go (Which I did because the baby was crying and cookie was doing that little dance that said she needed to go out plus I thought I smelled food)
Jessie: OK see you tomorrow.
Me: K
-Click-
So yeah that's that. Moving on to Saturday.
Spent the whole day playing with the baby and drinking ginger ale, was soo happy when Jessie came like 10 minutes after. I didn't have a clue what i wanted to see so i just picked the movie that was starting the soonest and we ended up seeing my sisters keeper, Screw you R rated movies, then the Ugly Truth and then Orphan. Great movies and got home at like 11 o clock which even better. We barely talked except for making fun of some of the actors and talking about the movie in the car ride which still totally awesome but i don't think I'm going to have any popcorn anytime soon.
Now since I always hated Sunday, ta loca the day of rest!!! (thank you George Lopez) I watched Spirited away (awesome Japanese movie by the same guy who is making ponyo, must see.) and then read a book for the rest of the day before my aunt left and i was sad. Boree. And Monday I was at my dads house listening to him talk about cars football and his job. Dude!!!! I'm a girl!!!! I don't know what a carburetor(sp?) is and I don't want to. But in the end he ordered Chinese food and somehow got a pie delivered (Who delivers pie????) So we ate and watched reruns of Gilmore girls and those love reality show's that makes you think what? I mean honestly, Have you noticed most of them are just ppl who got kicked of other love reality shows? WTF. It's kinda sad.
Now too Tuesday, mum drops me off, ii wave at the secretary which upgraded from applying lip gloss to painting her nails a kind of trampy red.
Pasta: Good afternoon, How was your weekend?
This is how he starts practically all the conversations with me now.
Me: Fine, family came over I went to the movies and ate Chinese food and pie.
Pasta: (Got a funny look on his face. Don't know if it was the Chinese food or the pie so chose to ignore it) Ok. So how do u feel about yourself.
Me: What do you mean?
Pasta: I Mean how do you feel about yourself (Great explanation.) About how do you look, your personality, you know?
Me: I feel like I'm a bit short cause i take after my mom, but have really cool long hair because of my dad. I have kinda think thighs now from all the desserts I've been eating but I'm only 112 pounds so I really don't care, I sort of go off into random talking about whatever (Say nothing) But usually I'm interesting so I can live with it.
Pasta: So you can find fault with yourself but you choose to find the positive to counter it?
Me: (WTF Pasta?) Ummm I guess.
Pasta: So I want you to draw a picture of yourself.
I felt like I had done this before but did it anyway. I'm such a great artist and did a dead ringer (weird saying) for myself. Would put it up here if my scanner wasn't working bleh. So yeah Pasta dissected my picture of myself and I think he was disappointed because it looked exactly like me as I said so it's not like he could say much about it. poor thing. I kinda felt bad and wished i would have drew myself fat and horribly ugly so then he could go back to thinking i was very depressed and thought I was a sea cow. But too late so....
So that was the last 5 days of my life that i may never get back unless someone finally decides to invent a time machine. (Honestly, we can walk on the moon and have pictures that talk, experiment with nuclear products and buy clothes online and have them delivered in 2-5 business days (sorry rambling again) yet we can't go back in time or discover a cure for cancer?)
Monday, August 3, 2009
20 questions
So while cleaning my room I found this amazing little toy called 20 Q, you may have heard of it. So I, bored as I was, decided to play this little toy and here's what happened.
-Presses little button-
20Q: Ready?
Me: Yes
20Q: Is it an....animal?
Me: No
20Q: Vegetable?
Me: No
20Q: Mineral?
Me: No
20Q: Other?
Me: Yes
20Q: Do you hold it when you use it?
Me: Yes
20Q: Is it used in travel?
Me: Sometimes
20Q: Does it come in a box?
Me: (I guess) Yes
20Q: Does it use electricity?
Me: No
20Q: Do you use it at work?
Me: Yes
20Q : You....Will.....Loooooose!!!!
Me: (cocky little thing aren't we?)
20Q: Is it hard?
Me: Sometimes.
I know what you thinking so shhhhhh that's not it.
20Q: Can you open it?
Me: No
20Q: Can it bend without breaking?
Me: (lol unfortunately) yes
20Q: Is it straight?
Me: Yes
20Q: Does it have writing on it?
Me: Yes
20Q: Is it made from paper?
Me: Yes
20Q: Is it made from paper?
Me: (You're getting warmer.) Yes
20Q: Would you give it as a gift?
Me: (A pretty lame gift) No
20Q: Is it used for communication?
Me: (I suppose) Sometimes
20Q: Is it multicolored?
Me: No
20Q: Can it be used for recreation?
Me: (idk) Unknown
20Q: Can you control it?
Me: (What does that mean?) Yes
20Q: Does a basketball player use it?
Me: No
20Q: Does it go inside other things?
Me: No
20Q: Does it store information
Me: Yes
20Q: You thought you were tricky. It's a business card?
Me: (AAAAH no) no
20Q: Do you open and close it?
Me: No (I've said this before)
20Q: Can it be used more than once?
Me: Yes
20Q: Does it involve contact with other humans?
Me: (Nope just dogs) Unknown
20Q: Do you carry it in you pocket?
Me: Sometimes
20Q: Can you play with it?
Me: Sometimes
20Q: I'm thinking, I will guess again, It's paper
Me: (Not exactly) No (Ha 20 Q)
20Q: You win!!!! Wanna try again
Me: No
So the thing was a notepad which Pasta was holding in his hand the whole time he was talking to me bleh.
Pasta: (presses record button on little recorder)
Me: What's that?
Pasta: Tape recorder.
Me: What's it for?
Pasta: I'm recording the conversation.
Me: Why?
Pasta: To help me study it later on. I can't memorize everything you say so I record it and think about it later.
Me: We've had a lot of session. Haven't you noticed I don't say anything that needs to be thought about later.
Pasta: I understand that but you never know.
Me: I want it.
Pasta: What? Why?
Me: Look I deserve to think about what is said in these sessions as much as you do. And I actually have a good reason.
Pasta: Good point
Me: So can I have them?
Pasta: I guess. So what do you want to talk about?
Me: Why are you saying this like I volunteered to be here? I don't care what we talk about.
Pasta: Ok, how is everything with your parents?
Me: Mom's still a bit over motherly and dads still a sports/ car fanatic about 20 miles away.
Pasta: What about the guy you told me about a while ago? How are things going with you and him.
Me: I don't know. We were suppose to go out last weekend but he canceled last minute and I haven't talked to him in a while.
Pasta: Hmmm, And how do you feel about that.
Me: Pretty damn pist. How do you think I feel?
Pasta: I think you transfer all your emotions into anger so you don't have to deal with them.
Me: Well that wouldn't make sense if i'm actually feeling anger now would it?
Pasta: (He struggled)
He went back and forth with me asking personal questions that I ended up ignoring and asked my own question in response. This went on and on. When it was almost time to go he asked me how my success countdown was going and I told him so so and he gave me a disappointed look. Before he could complain or give me self improvement homework my mom walked in. She asked to talk to Pasta and sent me out of the room. Then I had to go back in and here how my mom thought I was despondent, but how Pasta thought I was Improving so from now on I only have pasta on Tuesdays and Thursdays WOOOOH!!!!! Long day.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Is this legal?
Well before I start off I must say 2 thing. 1 to W. Azam in one of my way earlier kind of slow post I made it very clear that I suck at spelling and tend to make major mistakes soooooooo as I can make fun of your spelling mistakes you cannot point out my mistakes with homonyms. I will let you off the hook now though but you should not make that mistake again. And number 2, I do majorly apologize to everyone for my last post which had many many many more mistakes than usual but that is what happenens when I'm hipped up on sugar. Will never happen again. Also I used the wrong their in my title which are things I only notice when I am sweets sober.
So yesterday when I went to my session with Pasta he was like 'Darkangel14 today we are going to have our session out of the building.' Well I had only seen 2 parts of this building which was the secretary desk where this chick named Tina is always filing her nails or putting on fruit flavored lip glosses. Is it just me or are all secretaries beauty conscious? And the hallway to Pasta's room which is like 12 feet away. So maybe that is 3 and way off topic but it seemed like a good change. But of course I had to give him a hard time about it and said 'is that legal?' And he laughed and said 'you foolish girl, of course it's legal. There's no rule saying you must stay in this building during our sessions. ' So we left the building and went to this weird youth building with about 20 divorcee kids and these 3 adults that looked so out of place I felt bad for them. They were just sitting in a corner reading magazines or looking out at the kids with blank looks on their faces. 'You have got to be kidding me.' He explained to me what this place was. A therapist sending me to a help group what? 'Haven't we been over this. I'm over the divorce.'
Pasta: That's exactly why your here. You're over it but these kids aren't. Most of their parents have just recently gotten divorced. The people here, in simple terms, suck. I figure you can probably help.
Me: (blank stare) You have to be kidding me.
So yes, Pasta made me spend 45 minutes talking to depressed little kids with parental problems. It wasn't the ultimate torture, some kids I actually enjoyed talking to. But others well others just made me a bit suicidal. This one guy was on the barrier of being emo but had that little bit of saneness left in him that you could tell he was happy at one point in his life. He told me about how he use to play baseball and he was good at it too until his parents started fighting and soon after they got divorced. his mom moved out and never called and his dad practically blocked him out completely. So he quit baseball, changed his look and ended up doing drugs for a while. According to him he only just now got clean. Now I see why everyone here was so depressed. I know I was after hearing half of these stories. Who when we got back the the building there were like 10 minutes left and he told me that his boss was saying he has to go back to whateverthatwordisthatmeansnormal (wow I tried to do spell check on this and it said no suggestions) methods so our next session, which was going to be on Friday because I had stuff to do. Uggg great we were going back to Question answer. This should be fun. Also this should have been published yesterday this all happened on Tuesday.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Crazy psycho parents and there sensitivety to my over use of words.
My mother just came in and said I spend to much time on the computer. To much time on the computer you say? No mother I disagree I spend just enough time on the computer not to go clinically insane from your attempts to over mother me all at once and Pasta's attempts to fix my life that's only resulting in my over consumption with desserts which shockingly is making me skinnier not fatter. This should be studied yes?
Mothers stares blankly walks out of the room and returns seconds later holding the phone to out to me saying my father wants to speak with me.
I say 'Hi' and father replies 'Hello awesome daughter who I love dearly even though I moved many miles away and only got you a boom box instead of an mp3 player for your last birthday unlike other divorce parents who usually want to spoil there kids. But getting back on topic your mother called, Speaking very fast and somewhat panicky that you went temporarily insane on her and she told me to tell you to calm down and threatend to send you here but since i am having sports night for the next 4 days that can not happen so I have decided to give you 20 dollars if you prove to your mother that you are not insane and that you have no need to be sent to my house and that I am an amazing father. I say 'ok' go to my mother and explained to her that at that exact moment I was completly stoned but am alright now and that she is a great mother and that father explained to me the errors of my ways so therefore being sent off to him is not needed. She just smiled that she wont have to invest more money in sending me to Pasta everyday and baked me a pie which I ate with Vanilla icecream.
So in the end of this I got 20 dollars, a pie and an old fashion lamp from the guy on the street corner by the gas station YAY!!!!! I apologize for my overuse of words and the fact that most of the stuff was shoved together in long rampages with a lack of punctuation but I do have a life and other stuff to do so I just wanted to do this before I forgot or the buzz from my frootloops && pie wore off.
