So i've probably never mentioned this, but i hate rules. Whether it be Corporate America or just society in general, the term 'Rule" goes in one ear and out the other with me. The last think i want to be is some stupid clone that only knows what her parents shielded her from and her teachers skated around the truth to make the grand ol' US of A seem like the promised land. Ok so what happened today wasn't quite as big as my liberal views but it did have to do with rules. So basically i am the black sheep of the family. My parents get mad at me every time i try to convince them of that, but live 30 seconds in my place and you'll see that its true. Most people view it as a bad thing but i like it. I like being the first Wright daughter to trek through what needs trekking. My sister is 5 years younger than me and does everything i do but right. I don't really care but the point is today i "disrespected" my sister by telling her that her stupid story was too long at dinner. I wasn't trying to be selfish or anything but forgive me if i don't care at all about the 11 year old boys who were throwing rubberballs at her and her friend at the pool today. Which would have been completely ok with saying if she just said that, but no, it was a 9 minute long conversation in which i wouldn't be suprised if she only took one breath. So me inturrupting this captivating story led to another "talk in the basement". UGH. These "talks" happen at least twice a month. It gets SO repetitive and i admit it is usually my faulth but i'm almost 16 years, not months. So i've been put on a "behavior contract" HA! like this hasn't happened before. So basically now anything i do or say that is disrespectful i get "privledges" taken away. Which i guess includes social plans, my phone, my iTouch, and my computer. But forgive me if this sounds wrong but i think i should be respectful because i want to and need to show respect to my parents and family. Not because i am living in fear of getting my personal belongings taken away. UGH. and then when they say they care about my opinion i tell them, and then completely disregard whatever i say.
So basically i just got my sleepover with hannah taken away that i had planned for tomorrow. but hopeful i can stay clone-enough for the dinner on Friday.
I'll keep it posted.
Love, sex, and magic,
muzicfreak07
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
The Countdown Begins
Well a week from today high school at Rockbridge High resumes. UGH. I spent my last Monday of sane exsistance at the mall with my best friend Hannah. It was actually pretty scary because some freak followed us from Champs to Matchp0int. Then we went outside of Dillards to avoid him and ran to the food court where Hannah ordered a cookie dough blizzard from what she considers a very special someone. Hannah is the one who "Chase" dated for 5 months. After we got home, Hannah and I went on a walk through the neighborhood when we passed by the girlfriend and best friend of Corey . I said nothing. I feel terrible about not saying anything but after a while "i'm sorry" only goes so far, and not to mention is very cliche. We stuck around for a while before i made some lame excuse about having to come home for dinner. I felt really bad but i just didn't know how to handle that situation. So seing Corey's girlfriend made me think about the fact that 2 days ago Corey Morris was a soon-to-be sophmore at Hickman High School. Corey Morris was mentally preparing himself for high school, and sitting behind his desk for another year. 2 days ago Corey Morris was putting his schedule on Facebook to see what classes he had with his friends. But most importantly, 2 days ago Corey Morris was alive. It made me think about the start of my school year, and that this year i will leave nothing on the field. No regrets. I'll live each day as if it was my last. The last think i say to everyone will be nice, because it might be the last time i speak to them. So my sophmore year, and high school expierence really will be dedicated to Corey, in the name of the one who saved another. Because thats just the kind of guy he was.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
My Midnight Confession
Hello again. It is nearing midnight and i already took a nap this afternoon so i'm not too terribly tired. So i figure i'd tell you about my love life. I don't have one. And just in case any of my past boyfriends or flings ever read this, i will use code names.
Well my first real boyfriend was... hmmm.... what should we call him? Austin. Sure why not? So "Austin" was my best friend. His parents and mine were best friends so we spent all sorts of time together. Our first camping trip together was when i was in fourth grade and we held hands at 10pm as we walked about the campsite. We kissed first when i was in 6th grade. It was awkward but first kisses are suppossed to be right? So we broke up eventually, and i dated other guys as he has dated other girls. Every year when we go to the lake we usually hook up if we are both unattached. That might make me sound shady but i promise its not. I still have feelings for him but he has a girlfriend now, so there is no way that i am messing up that for him.
Then the next one. Lets call him Ben. I first noticed "Ben" at a church function in 7th grade. He was cute and i had seen him before, afterall he went to my school, but somehow he was different. Did you know that 90% of what you say is body language? So to put it mildly, "Ben" didn't say a word and he got my attention. So our relationship skyrocketed from there. He liked me alot as did i. He was so sweet, and we got along really well. I ended it 5 months later after his best friend told me "Ben" was going to break up with me. I was deveasated but i would never admit it. I still liked "Ben" alot, and it took me until the end of freshman year to really get over him. I am friends with "Ben" now and he is actually falling for my best friend. Small world.
Lets call him "Chase". I met "Chase" the first day of my 8th grade year of junior high. He sat with us at lunch, and he had the longest eyelashes i'd ever seen. We had 2 classes together and alot in common. He had a reputation for being a pathological flirt, as did i. In this situation, opposistes did not attract. We were more alike than any guy i have ever gone out with. We dated for 3 or 4 months before I realized i was dating myself. Gross. So needless to say i broke it off. We dated briefly once more but only on a whim. December of my freshman year he dated my best friend for 5 months. And broke her heart. Just yesterday he told her he still loved her, and she thought it was funny. So did I.
Next comes the fail. "Josh" was a puny little goalie on my soccerteam's brother team. He was shy and quiet. Not my type at all. He asked me out at lunch a couple of months after the "Chase" era ended. I said yes because i would look like a bitch if i didn't. It lasted a tad more than a week before he had his bestfriend dump me in front of the entire lunch room for him. And i haven't forgiven him for that. Stupid "Josh".
Now comes "Andy" Wow. Well "Andy" was a sweet boy that i hurt very badly. Twice. We went out for a month in January of my freshman year before i freaked out and dumped him right before a school dance. Bad i know. Then he went out with one of my friends in which time i convinced myself i liked him again, and after they broke up i told him how i thought i felt and he asked me out. it lasted less than a week before i freaked out again this summer and dumped him again.
And of course i've had other flings besides these, but these are the only one's i've actually cared ALOT about. Now i am in a point where music and school takes up most of my brain capacity. I sort of like two boys, one my age and one a senior, but i don't have time for guys in this crucial moment in my life. I don't want to be one of those girls who has everything going for her and then throws it all away on some guy who just cheats on her anyway. I may not believe alot but i do believe in soul mates. And that is that.
Well my first real boyfriend was... hmmm.... what should we call him? Austin. Sure why not? So "Austin" was my best friend. His parents and mine were best friends so we spent all sorts of time together. Our first camping trip together was when i was in fourth grade and we held hands at 10pm as we walked about the campsite. We kissed first when i was in 6th grade. It was awkward but first kisses are suppossed to be right? So we broke up eventually, and i dated other guys as he has dated other girls. Every year when we go to the lake we usually hook up if we are both unattached. That might make me sound shady but i promise its not. I still have feelings for him but he has a girlfriend now, so there is no way that i am messing up that for him.
Then the next one. Lets call him Ben. I first noticed "Ben" at a church function in 7th grade. He was cute and i had seen him before, afterall he went to my school, but somehow he was different. Did you know that 90% of what you say is body language? So to put it mildly, "Ben" didn't say a word and he got my attention. So our relationship skyrocketed from there. He liked me alot as did i. He was so sweet, and we got along really well. I ended it 5 months later after his best friend told me "Ben" was going to break up with me. I was deveasated but i would never admit it. I still liked "Ben" alot, and it took me until the end of freshman year to really get over him. I am friends with "Ben" now and he is actually falling for my best friend. Small world.
Lets call him "Chase". I met "Chase" the first day of my 8th grade year of junior high. He sat with us at lunch, and he had the longest eyelashes i'd ever seen. We had 2 classes together and alot in common. He had a reputation for being a pathological flirt, as did i. In this situation, opposistes did not attract. We were more alike than any guy i have ever gone out with. We dated for 3 or 4 months before I realized i was dating myself. Gross. So needless to say i broke it off. We dated briefly once more but only on a whim. December of my freshman year he dated my best friend for 5 months. And broke her heart. Just yesterday he told her he still loved her, and she thought it was funny. So did I.
Next comes the fail. "Josh" was a puny little goalie on my soccerteam's brother team. He was shy and quiet. Not my type at all. He asked me out at lunch a couple of months after the "Chase" era ended. I said yes because i would look like a bitch if i didn't. It lasted a tad more than a week before he had his bestfriend dump me in front of the entire lunch room for him. And i haven't forgiven him for that. Stupid "Josh".
Now comes "Andy" Wow. Well "Andy" was a sweet boy that i hurt very badly. Twice. We went out for a month in January of my freshman year before i freaked out and dumped him right before a school dance. Bad i know. Then he went out with one of my friends in which time i convinced myself i liked him again, and after they broke up i told him how i thought i felt and he asked me out. it lasted less than a week before i freaked out again this summer and dumped him again.
And of course i've had other flings besides these, but these are the only one's i've actually cared ALOT about. Now i am in a point where music and school takes up most of my brain capacity. I sort of like two boys, one my age and one a senior, but i don't have time for guys in this crucial moment in my life. I don't want to be one of those girls who has everything going for her and then throws it all away on some guy who just cheats on her anyway. I may not believe alot but i do believe in soul mates. And that is that.
The First
Good afternoon cyberspace.
I decided to make a blog because I saw Julie and Julia and it looked a hell of alot more fun than wasting away in front of my recorded TV shows.
Something very tragic has happened in our humble community. My friend Corey Morris died yesterday saving an 8 year olds life. When my best friend Hannah called and told me the news I prayed to God that she wasn't serious. I hung up a few minutes later and rushed downstairs to tell my mom. I balled for at least 10 minutes. 15 year old aren't supposed to die. But maybe he was an angel. Maybe i don't believe in angels. Whatever it is, i know that Corey is in a better place. And i will always miss him.
I decided to make a blog because I saw Julie and Julia and it looked a hell of alot more fun than wasting away in front of my recorded TV shows.
Something very tragic has happened in our humble community. My friend Corey Morris died yesterday saving an 8 year olds life. When my best friend Hannah called and told me the news I prayed to God that she wasn't serious. I hung up a few minutes later and rushed downstairs to tell my mom. I balled for at least 10 minutes. 15 year old aren't supposed to die. But maybe he was an angel. Maybe i don't believe in angels. Whatever it is, i know that Corey is in a better place. And i will always miss him.
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