I am your father!!!!!

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.

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.

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.

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?)

13 days until success

PS. 8 days til my open house, 13 days til school Woooh!!!! Cheer!!! Why aren't you cheering!?!?!?!? :]

PSS. sorry about the extra spaces, happens when you don't finish a post and go back to them later. And was too lazy to get rid of them (You will live)

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.

(19 days until success)

Pasta suggested that I change my days until success so its the day before school, great. I was only 2 days off so.....

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.

22 days until success

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.

24 days til success

(May just be able to make it)

The rock climbing story; 400 feet til death.

Well W. Azam, if you didn't read the earlier blogs Pasta isn't his real name, it's Mr. Tortellini which is a type of Pasta. Still strange yes but sensible. With your odd curiosity for Pasta's rock climbing story I was forced to ask him about it yesterday which was really awkward and uncomfortable. I am trying to remember exactly what he said so some things may be a bit off. It went like this.

Darkangel14: Ummm Pasta (Mr. Tortellini) I was wondering if you could tell me about your mountain climbing trip again.
Pasta: (gives me a weird look) Why?
Darkangel14: I just thought that maybe there was some hidden meaning or something that I didn't get out of it the first time.
Pasta: (gives me a look like 'are you insane' and to confirm my suspicions says) Not really but I'll you it again. (takes deep breath) a couple years ago I was going hiking with my family in the rocky mountains.
I had failed geography so I asked,' Where's that?'
Pasta: Its in Colorado. We were visiting some family there and decided to go visit the mountain range. So we were going hiking but the family decided to stay behind this time and I decided to go rock climbing. I was half up the peak when, ( he made this weird snip crack rumple sound) the grappling hook slipped a bit from the rock it was latched onto. A couple rocks fell past me. I tried to climb up faster to get the top before the hook came off completely. A few feet later the hook moved again and I feared that I would never make it to the top. When I was a little more then half way there the hook came off completely and I was free falling thousands of feet. right before i was about to hit the bottom my hook latched on to something and I was hanging about 400 feet above the ground. After that I decided never to go rock climbing.
Darkangel14: Hmmmm
So that's it, Pasta's life threatening rock climbing story. So after my session with pasta we went home and past by the gas station where this guy is always selling something different. Some days it's fish out of his truck or ribs. Other days it's funeral plants and used cars. Today it was living room furniture couches in particular. The kind of old fashion ones you see in movies from the 1900's. I wanted to go look at it but my insane neighbor Mr. W(something Wilson, Withers, Wakefield? I really don't know) was there and I really didn't feel like talking to him about his son Sam he thinks I would be the perfect match for. I've never met Sam and I don't plan on it. Mr W is always mowing his lawn in themed boxers. Last time I saw them they were Teenage mutant ninja turtles. Not my favorite thing to see at 9 o clock in the morning but makes a fun game when I'm insanely bored.
Jessie finally called me last night and apoligized for wating so long. Apparently he was doing family stuff. Is everyone having Family week and I'm just out of the loop? He couldn't talk long and asked me if i wanted to go with him to the movies some time this week and we decided to go out on friday. After I got off the phone mom got all guilty bad mother on me and said that she was spending to much time working and whatever mothers do when there not with their kids and that she's neglected me by letting me spend most of my time with Pasta or on the computer or other stuff. So she was all like 'we're going to go out to dinner tonight so you can tell me all about your life, blah blah blah.' So we went to Red lobster and I was like 'YAY!' And i told her about what I spend my time doing and accidentally told her about Jessie and I went 'uggggg' and she was like 'Oh so when am i going to meet this guy' and again I went 'ugggg' and then we sat in silence for a while enjoying the bread before our food came and I changed the subject to her and she told me about how she met this guy named Rick and how he was soooo great and and i went 'uggg' again because I really didn't need to know about my mother's developing love life. She got the idea and let me buy chocolate cake to-go and everything was right in the world. well at least my world :)

24 days until success

Success count down

Muchos Gracias T.A.T, I don't understand why he cant just say what he means instead of telling me some long complex story with a hidden meaning. Nice to know you like the new layout and the stuff about Jessie really helps.
This weekend I'm going to a basketball game with my dad and one of his coworker, should be fun. I've started a story called Best Enemy about this teenage spy who's undercover and ends up being kidnapped by her best friend who's from the bad spy's and they end up running off together and try to be normal which fails miserably. (Sorry for the lack of punctuation.) Current word count, 2,014 words.
What ever happened to Pasta recently is working cause its like he has a whole new out look on life. Instead of trying to figure out whats wrong with me he's actually trying to make my life better. Yesterday, for some reason past my understanding, he gave me homework. Homework, from my therapist, during the summer? Is it just me or does none of that go together?
I was suppose to, in pasta's exact words, 'do 5 positive things for myself' before my next session which isn't til Monday so..... I have know clue what he expects me to do but I have to try. I have 4 days. Also he's making me do some count down til success or something. I was about to strangle myself when I heard him. And then I was going to strangle him.
I have come up with my first positive thing I'm going to do for myself. I am going to prepare a large banana split and enjoy it. And if I exercise after I can count it as 2. :)

30 days until success

(looks even gheyer on the computer)

The return of Pasta.

So Pasta came back yesterday and the session wasn't totally lame. First he told me to tell him about my week and weekend and then he gave me this laptop with like every song known to man on it and he told me to pick a song for every year of my life and tell him why I choose it which,to me, was a lot of fun. After I had finished and explained all my reasons for the song Pasta pointed out that my music gets more depressing near the divorce the practically emo after but got happier recently. I just strugged at this. To me one did not effect the other. He let it go and told me this story about how he had climbed a mountain in canada 5 years ago and how he had almost fell off and broke his leg. What the point of his story was and why he told it to me I don't know but it was an intersting story none the less. The hour went by super fast and I was kind of sad to go. But then again, I've got him everyday.
PS Jessie hasn't called me since we went to that party. Should I be worried?

Pasta oh Pasta, Where for out thou pasta???

So pasta thinks it's alright to miss out on a whole week of sessions with me. Well since he doesn't know, It's not. I've come accustom to his nosyness and the way he ask way to many questions and never seems to answere mine. According to his secretary (Phycologist need secretarys?)he was doing some family stuff the whole time and he should be back tommorow. So this post will be left without Pasta. *sniff sniff sniff*

You know you want to know

So on Thursday, when I thought he couldn't make it any worse, he did. For the first half an hour he gave me like 15 pieces of paper and told me to draw what I think the most important ppl in my life look like and then I was suppose to write down 5 words that describe them. So for the first 5 I drew my Mom, Dad, My 3 best friends, CJ, Bre && Adrien. For my mum I drew my very off depiction of her and ended up coloring her hair orange instead of brown after running out of that color crayon. I did the same for my dad and friends then wrote a couple random words for each. But for some reason, I may never understand, Pasta was all like 'NO NO NO NO NO!!!! You aren't suppose to draw them as they appear, you are suppose to draw them the way you see them.'
'Well last I checked, my eyes are know different than anyone else's. So how I see them and how they appear should be the same.' He gives me this look like 'Are you freakin kidding with me?' and says in his trying to be calm tone ' I mean you need to draw them in a way that expresses how you feel about them and what you think of them.'
Darkangel14: And which one of your phycology books did you get that from.
Pasta: Uggg will you just do it?!
Darkangel14: Fine Mr. Grumpy pants.
I redrew everyone as whatever animal I saw fit. A big brown bear for mum, A spider monkey for CJ, an owl for Bre, a hawk for Adrien, and after much consideration, A Golden retriever for Dad.
'Much better' remarks Pasta. I glared at him in a way I knew he couldn't see. After he started this word an-something.
Pasta: I want you to say the first thing you think of after every word I say. OK?
Darkangel14: *Nods*
Pasta: Ok, Winter?
Darkangel14: Snow
Pasta: Birthday
Darkangel14: presents
Pasta: Mom
Darkangel14: Overprotective
Pasta: Dad
Darkangel14: Isn't
Pasta: Friends
Darkangel14: Fun
Pasta: Fun
Darkangel14: Shopping
Pasta: Weekend
Darkangel14: Jessie
Crap! That's what I was thinking right after I said it. I was barely paying attention so I blurted it out on accident. Pasta's eyes got large for a second before he asked 'Who's Jessie?' I narrowed my eyes for a second. It seemed like he wasn't telling me something.
Darkangel14: Umm, He's this guy I met at a party.
Pasta: Whats that have to do with the weekend
Darkangel14: I'm going to a party with him this weekend.
Pasta: Interesting.
Interesting!? What does he mean by that? I shouldn't have to discuss my developing love life with my therapist. Luckily the next words out of his mouth were 'Well that's all we have time for today. I'll see you next time.' Which is psychologist (sp?) talk for 'It's been an hour so unless you want to pay more money I will see you tomorrow.'

So speaking of Jessie, last Saturday was when I went to that party with him and of course you wanna hear all about it. You do? I thought so.
So after spending 2 hours trying to find something to wear, I settled on a green and blue halter tub top that ties in the back, with jean Capri's and brown high heel sandals. It was just trying enough but not trying too much.
At 7:45 he drove up in a silver Chrysler Aspen (The last time I went to my dad's all he talked about was cars and it was burned into my brain) then walked up to the door and rung the door bell. What a gentlemen. And lucky for me, mother went to another of her friend's houses.
Darkangel14: Hey *smiles*
Jessie: *smiles back* Hey yourself, is your mom here?
Darkangel14: Nope, we should leave *rushes out of door quickly*
Jessie: *Struggs and walked me to the car and opened the door for me*
So glad I didn't where a dress or skirt. He got into the car and started to drive down the road.
Jessie: You bueatiful.
Darkangel14: *Manages to control self from blushing* Thanks, you don't look that bad yourself.
Jessie: *Smiles*
Darkangel14: Do you mind if I turn the radio on?
Jessie: No go ahead.
It was a touch screen so it was easy to find a station and before long I was listening to Battlefield by Jordin Sparks. It only took about 10 minutes to get to the party. There were more than 60 ppl there and he seemed to know all of them. When we walked in the guy at the door was like 'Jessie! Glad you could make it. Who's your friend?'
Jessie: This is Darkangel14
Guy: Well Darkangel14, Mi casa es su casa, enjoy.
I smiled nodded and followed Jessie deeper into the party. The music was dudding loudly and there were ppl everywhere. It was a lot like the 4th of July party but bigger and the ppl around me weren't old enough to be my grand parents. We finally found a place on the floor where no one was bumping into us and danced so long by the time we were done I thought I would die of exhaust.
Jessie: You wanna go get something to drink?
I nodded and we went into the kitchen.
Darkangel14: So do you go to parties a lot?
Jessie: Not really, just when someone's throwing one. You wanna go outside so we can talk.
Darkangel14: Ok
We went out on the patio and sat in the swinging chair.
Darkangel14: Is it just you and your mom or do you live with your dad too?
Jessie: Actually it's usually just me and my Dad usually but I'm living with my mom for the summer.
Darkangel14: Does your dad live far away.
Jessie: No he lives about 30 minutes from here but he works not far so he's like always in town anyway. What about you? Does your dad live near by?
Darkangel14: He's more like 2 hours away. I usually take a train there when I go.

Much more time and talk later

Jessie: *looks at cell phone* I think it's about time to take you home.
Darkangel14: *Makes sad face* Really
He took me home and walked me to the door. I noticed the lights were on which meant my mom was home and I did not want to give her a chance to embarrass me.
Darkangel14: Thanks for tonight, I hope we can do it again.
Jessie: Yea me too.
He kissed me on the cheek and left.
Well there you go. Thats how my Saturday night went.
And lucky me, monday Pasta was doing some family stuff or whatever so had to cancel are session for yesterday and today. I'm A happy happy girl. :)
Also hope you guys like the new layout.

YEAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

You will never guess who called me!!!!!! No seriously guess...........are you guessing........You know what forget it. I'm just going to tell you. It was Jessie!!!!!! See you. You see my over use in exclamation points? Even they can not represent my enthusiasm so I will represent my excitement with a montage of emoticons. :D :))))))))) :0) =] OK that's all I got for now and as I just saw that suck so...... I'm just going to tell you what happened and hope you can feel my excitement and feel free to come up with your own.
Darkangel14 lays in bed weiring snoopy pajama's watching George Lopez when the phone rings. A questioning look appears on her face because it's 11 o'clock and no one calls at this time. Darkangel14 picks up the phone and in a somewhat tired way says 'hello?' the other line clears their throat
Strangelatenightcaller: Is Darkangel14 there?
Darkangel14: This is she.
SLNC: Oh, *clears throat again* This is Jessie.
Darkangel14: *Bolts up and almost falls off bed but recovers quickly* Jessie?
SLNC also know as Jessie: Yeah, I'm sorry for calling so late. I was going to call at 9 but I was kinda nervous.
Darkangel14: *Thinks 'awww he was nervous' So what's up?
Jessie: A couple friends and I are going to a party this Saturday and I was wondering if you wanted to come. With me.
Darkangel14: A party?
Jessie: Yeah, So do you wanna go?
Darkangel14: *pretends to think about it in order to keep her composer and keep from squealing* Sure.
Jessie: Cool, I'll pick you up at 7.
It always seemed weird to me how someone would either say 'I'll call you later' or 'I'll pick you up at (insert time here)' yet they never ask for you phone number or address. So before I thought about it enough I said 'How did you get my number?'
Jessie: I asked my mom.
Which probably explains how he's going to get my address.
Darkangel14: So is that the only reason you called me?
Jessie: Well no. I really just wanted to talk to you again.
Darkangel14: *COMPOSURE COMPOSURE COMPOSURE* Oh OK what do you wanna talk about?
Jessie: You.
Darkangel14: *Squeals*
Jessie: What was that?
Darkangel14: Mouse, I thought I saw a mouse.
Jessie: Sure.
I could sense him him grinning on the other end of the phone.
Darkangel14: It was!
Jessie: I believe you OK? So tell me more about you.
Darkangel14: What more is there? Besides the divorce and the only childness I'm pretty average. What do you wanna know?
Jessie: I wanna know everything.
Since this conversation went on untill 2 am I'm going to cut it off here. He asked me a question about me I answered, I asked him a question and so on and so on.

Today will be day 4 of my almost all week sessions with Pasta and the last day this week. I made it!!!! WOOOH!!!! I thought I was going to die on Tuesday when he made me cut out pictures from magazines and make a collage (sp?) of every year of my life. And on wendsday when he said the whole hour was going to be about me and h0w he was going to say nothing so I had to practically go on and on about my 5th birthday party and this weird cake incident that resulted in a clown shaped cake being painted all over the room (not pretty at all) and on the other 23 ppl there, I thought I was on the verge of killing myself right there and then but I got through it and after today I will have 3 days to prepare for the horror to come on Monday. Sigh. Don't you feel bad for me? And I didn't even mention how when I got home on Monday I couldn't get Beethoven's 4th or 3rd or whatever rd or th it was out of my head until I listen to the whole Brittney spears album 4 times straight. OK well I guess that's considered mentioning it but I really don't care right now because in 50 hours I'll be in a car with Jessie on my way to a party!!!!!! What am I going to where?!?!?!?!?!?!? OK well I would love to stay and blog but now I have to try on every outfit in my clothes until I find something worthy of being worn to this so special of all occasions. BYE PPL and wish me luck!!!!

IMPORTANT NEWS BULLETTIN!!!

OK so day one of Torture week starts today and I only got a taste of the horror to come Friday on my last day of normalcy. He spent the whole session playing classical music from the 1900's that was suppose to get me in touch with my inner emotions. Since when does listening to dead guys help me find my deeper thoughts and feelings???? Ugg I couldn't wait until it was over.

The 4th of July. The day we spend all night watching fireworks other people let off And your parents drink random concoctions of alcoholic beverages and party at random ppl's houses. This the day we got our Independence from the Brits.
So at like 8 o'clock my mom dragged me out of the house to her friend Lauren's house and the place was so packed that after about 2 minutes I couldn't find her. For some reason she had handed me her wine and it was sitting be side me as I was sat in the kitchen picking the giant chunks of potato out of the potato salad. Suddenly a cute guy came up to me and said in a cute joking way 'what is there some secret poison in the salad part that we should know about?' The fact that anyone thought that mixing eggs, mayonnaise and potatoes would be a good idea is completely insane. I replied sarcastically, 'Yeah but don't tell anyone.' I brought my finger to my lips and made a 'shhhh' sound. He laughed and said 'I hope that champagne's not for you'
Darkangel14: No my mom handed it to me to hold or something. So which drunk parental belongs to you?
Supercuteguy: My mom's name is Teri. She's the fake brunette with blonde roots.
LOL's
Darkangel14: I didn't know Teri had kids.
Supercuteguy: Corection, a kid.
Darkangel14: Always nice to meet another member of the only children club.
SCG: Gotta love it.
Darkangel14: So how old are you?
SCG: 17, (ponders 2 year age diffrents) How old are you?
Darkangel14: 15
SCG: I'm Jessie by the way.
Darkangel14: Darkangel14
We ended up spending the rest of the nights outside watching the fire works and talking about our families, likes and dislikes, friends and other random things. But of course I was too stupid to get his number, and I will probably never see him again. :(

Another thrilling addition of Angel's && Pasta

*Thrilling theme music plays*
Narrator: The lights dim and we find our main characters in a neat room with way to many books on the shelves and diploma's on the wall. Darkangel14 lounges comfortably in one of those therapist chairs. Pasta stairs intently at his magic notebook in a chair way to close to comfy therapist chair. He pulls out large flash cards and Darkangel14 screamed 'Nooooooo!!!!!' in her head.
It was those stupid psychology cards with dark black ink blobs that were clearly mistakes made by 5 year old's that are supposedly suppose to open your mind or something.
Narrator: Pasta held up a blob that was clearly suppose to be a butterfly. Pasta says, 'What do you see?' Darkangel14 stares intently at the card and pretends to think about it. Only then does she say 'I see a parrot.' Pasta looks at the card and then back at Darkangel14 'A parrot?'
'Eh,' she says in her best British accent. 'But you did not let me finish. I see a parrot wearing a ringleaders hat standing on a unicycle juggling.' 'Juggling?' questions Pasta. 'Yes juggling. Why do you feel some need to repeat the lats word I say?' Pasta contemplates this,'Because that's what they teach me at my fancy spancy school.' Darkangel14 blinks multiple times, 'Fancy spancy?' Pasta ignores the comment and holds up another card that strangely reminded her of her 6th grade English teacher Mr. G'oni who refused to let the students call him Mr. G. The prune. 'it looks like a prune.' The rest of the session went on with Pasta holding up random flash cards and Darkangel14 saying they look like something unlike what it resemble. At the end of the session Pasta talked to Darkangel14's mom and she told Darkangel14 that Pasta thinks that she is highly disturbed and may need more help than she is getting. He proposed that they changed it to 4 times a week. The seen closes with Darkanngel14's mouth left agaped.
4 Days of pasta??!! Will I live through it?

Bag lady or homeless stranger? You decided.

OK, so the other day I had to wake up at like 6:30 'cause I had a babysitting job and since my mom had to go to work, and my dad works near the place, I rode with him and it took forever. I was staring out the window thinking 'tree tree tree tree tree tree grass grass grass grass bush bush bush bush bleh' etc. And when I got there it was like I was going to fall out (which I did eventually end up doing) but yeah waking up early=tired Darkangel14 on the verge of death due to lack of sleep. Multiple Z's. And then when he picked me up he charged me 7 DOLLARS just to drive me there and back!!!! WTF. I only get paid so little and he's charging me. Shame on him.
So after I got back home Me and Mom went to McDonald's and there was this crazy middle aged lady sitting in the booth drinking out of a taco bell cup and eating something from KFC. And if that wasn't strange, the chick was slamming on the window saying, 'Where's my ice cream, I ordered ice cream.' The employee's were looking at her wondering if she was going to leave soon, or order something. Then she started playing with this man's kid and you could see that the guy would have preferred her not to but I guess he didn't want to be rude so he let her. Then she went to the bathroom, by herself with nothing, and then came out like 5 minutes later with this huge bag filled with who know what and left mumbling to herself 'I don't want to work here, blah blah blah, job, blahde blah blah. At this point I was like past the level of WTFness so we just left and my mom broke the news to me that it was supposedly my 2nd day of therapy and that since it was 2 hours ago I had to reschedule it for like 5 today which I am not looking forward to. Sigh.
Also my mom's making me come with her to this weird 4th of July party that her friend is throwing so it's like a whole bunch of middle aged ppl getting drunk and telling all their business that know one needs to know. Ugh the horror.

To the english and dolphin speaking public

First off, if you saw the BET awards the other night T Pain was wearing a big ass chain wasn't he? Makes it a lot simpler to describe it, eh?

OK, so my parents got divorced like 2 and a half years ago and now they choose to send me to therapy. My mom thinks I'm starting to get depressed so the other afternoon we went to this guy named Mr. Tortellini (wtf why am I seeing a pasta to tell me what's wrong with my life?), tall man, mid 30's brown hair with stray blonde that says he put highlights in years ago and never decided to dye it back to its original color or get them touched up. He was wearing a Hawaii shirt.

So the conversation was like.......

Pasta: So Darkangel14 how do you feel about the divorce?

Darkangel14: Well since it happened 2 AND A HALF YEARS AGO, I'm over it.

Pasta: *Scribbles little notes on pad and makes supposed understanding sounds* hmmmmm. And how do you feel about that?

Darkangel14: About them being divorced or me not caring about them being divorced?

Pasta: The divorce.

Darkangel14: I feel like it's my dad's fault because he didn't give my mother the attention she wanted. (mothers words, she'd be so proud) *blinks multiple times while pasta scribbles on notepad again.*

Pasta: How do you feel about that?

Darkangel14: Is that all you ask? You don't need to have a doctor's degree to repeat what a person says and ask 'how do you feel about that.'

Pasta: *scribbles on pad* Interesting *mumbles to self*

Darkangel14: WTF, What are you righting on that effin pad???? I've barely said anything.

Pasta: *Scribbles more on pad*

Darkangel14: *Snatches pad away from Pasta.* You think I have anger issues and most of my depression is probably a result of my dad leaving???? wtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtf???? Are you kidding??? My dad didn't leave. My mum said she wanted a divorce and kicked him out you twit.

Pasta: May I please have my pad back?

Darkangel14: Is this suppose to be a picture of a monkey on crack???? When do you have time to doodle???

Pasta: *starts to get agitated * STFU. Just STFU. I have a degree, I went through phycoloblahblahblah school and other important smart people stuff so therefore I am superior *snatches pad back* And I would prefer you to let me do my job and tell you how screwed up you are and how horrible and depressing you and your life are.

Darkangel14: *puts on best therapist face* And how does that make you feeeeel?

Pasta: *throws pad behind his head.* It makes me feel like I went through 7 years of college for nothing.

Darkangel14: *pats Pasta on the back* Poor boiled noodle.

OK so maybe I exaggerated a bit. Mostly he just asked me about my parents, the divorce, how it effected, my friends, etc. And then I left and my mum said I'd be seeing him 2 a week for like a month or something and I'm like 'are you kidding?' and then we went home and had pancakes mini sausages. Breakfast for dinner WOOOOHOOOOO!!!!

It's the end of the world as we know it.

So it's official. The cute altell guy and the verizin (sp?) wireless, can you hear me now, guy are on the same commercial. What type of world do we live in where 2 phone services commercials can't stay seperate? Shame on them with their largest calling network and over 80 million ppl, bleh.
Wow, the other day when I tried to brush my teeth I managed to get toothpaste on my hand, all over the sink and some how got it on the mirror. See the genius that is me.
Gawd it's like my parents are trying to starve me, i'm sooooooooooooooooooo..................................



Many more o's later
...oooooooooo hungry. I require food now. Because my day is sooooo boring and all I really did was chores and random computer stuff I'm just going to give you the link to the awesomest video ever. Not intended for impressinable (sp?) childeren or old ppl. May contain (does contain) language not suitable for some ppl. ENJOY!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZMwKPmsbWE


wow the name of this video is perfect for this post. Tottally not planned.

Welcome people of the internet world

Hi and let me introduce you to the randomness that is me. As far as you will ever know my name is Darkangel14 and I will be your intertainer for the remainder of my blogging time. And I know what you're all thinking, 'why are you starting a blog now? It's the middle of the summer as we all no (except for maybe in the eastern hemisphere) and not very good blogging time.' That or WTF is up with tofu. Is it a meat, plant or mud? Important question!!!!! Instyways, you may also be wondering why my blog is called Welcome to the dark side yet my blog is bright. Well simple explanation, the black blog was depressing. I mean I seriously considered turning emo after looking at it. So I chose a red(ish pink with white and other random colors maybe that I don't remember) blog layout that screams candy cane. YUM! If you havent noticed already I am not the most focussed person in the world. I switch from 5 topics in one paragragh so GET OVER IT. I have horrible grammer, can't spell worth my life and tend to leave out most puntuations. If you still feel the need to read this than power to you. And I know i'm probably going to be the only person reading this but i'm still going to pretend like the blogging public gives a flying cats hind quarters.
As I bid you adu (word is some random language that I don't no that means good tiding, good bye etc.) the last thing i have to say is.......
Welcome to the dark side *strangers welcome* ;)