2 posts tagged “parents”

Today was so eh.  Sheperding, but I don't like my shepherd.  I'm not even that crazy about the people I'm a sheep with.  Cienna, is annoying, Ellen, is nice, but I dunno...  She's a theater student I'll leave it there.  India is a dancer and therefore from another planet.  Diamante is cool cause we're in literary together.  And Will...  I don't know Will at all.  So that's fine.  It was pretty awkward because I got the best grades.  One B the rest A's and the shepherd was like, "Can you give tips?"

Honestly I wanted to shrink into my seat but I said some random stuff and they were fine with it.

Tomorrow is friday and that makes me so happy.  Brittanie, a percussionist who is leaving for Holland(for the extent of her high school years) next week, is coming over tomorrow.

Did I mention yesterday I never want anyone to use my ear buds?  Gross....

So in Mr.Williams class he said that we --as in the freshman-- had to write a monologue, in the voices of our parents, and the parent's monologue has to be about how we, as the children disappointed them.

I don't want to sound like a goody-goody but I don't disappoint my parents.  I haven't been around enough to disappoint them.  I'm just gonna have to say something I did disappointed them, but this is going to be really hard.

In Mr Williams class we're researching countries other then the US to create a character in.  I chose Ireland and I'm setting it during the potato famine.  Late potato famine.  But I decided what part of Ireland I wanted today.  Tipperary County, Cashel.  I chose Tipperary mostly because I liked the name but partly because I think he'll feel more trapped if he's isn't near the water.  I don't know if that makes sense to anyone besides me but whatever.

The title is by Donnie.

It's Saturday, which makes me extremely happy.  Yesterday in Literary Media we watched Freedom Writers, which I've already seen, but many people hadn't.  It's one of those freakishly hopeful movies.

The burn I got from taking banana bread out of the oven is looking very disgusting. I asked my dad when it would heal and he point to a pink mark on his arm and said, "whenever this heals."  Thanks, dad, helpful. 

Yesterday was official get high day.  Or is it unofficial.  I've never done pot.  I don't really want to.  I have a feeling for me it would be less The Breakfast Club and more Freaks and Geeks.

I think my dad is mad at me.  I don't know why.  Maybe it's because he thinks I don't help out enough, which is crap.  When my brother, Charles was in high school, he got home and ordered people around when he wasn't sulking in his room.  If my sister wasn't out with her friends she would be watching television.  So it's really annoying when my parents blame me and my twin sister for not cleaning up.

I mean, c'mon.  My mom buys incredulous amounts of books and tables and chairs.  She fills the house with CRAP.  And I'm not cleaning up enough?  I'm sorry, but really.  I try not to get mad at them and stuff bu they are just so ANNOYING.  Jesus.  It's just really stupid.  Because I try SO hard in school, and in writing and just being nice to people so when they blame ME?!

I really do try hard in school which is why I only got one B and the rest A's.  Which is eight A's.

My mom is totally insane have I mentioned?  She is/was manic depressive.  I love them both but it's just so unfair.  They so clearly love my older sister more then any one else.  It just really hurts.  Because I try SO goddamn hard.  And they just pat me on the back and say good job.

I don't expect them to understand me I just expect them to try.

Lord.  Okay sorry, extreme teenager emotions.  But if you've ever been fifteen you should understand.

Sigh.

Oh yeah, the title of this post, "We are writer's writing!" comes from the literary department head, she's completely crazy but in a good way.