Just a few minuets ago my Mom just yelled at me for putting shit on the floor of the shower. I admit it but I had to put it some where. I got an e-mail from the head coach of the cheerleading team at the school I go to. She said some girls are going to quit because of the schedule change. I told her I am still interested. My friends will be happy that I will be apart of something. The coach just emailed me again saying we have practice tomorrow from 4:15pm-6:15pm. I don't know why two hours but that will work for me. I have to catch up on what I missed with them.
I will let you guys know what is going on with them in later posts just keep an eye on what's happening.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Close To Christmas
I just want to start off by saying, Merry Christmas to all who is reading this entry.
My Mom is still yelling at my Dad for not hearing her and doing stupid things. Every time she yells, I find something sharp and slit my wrists. I did twice last week and it looks like a vampire from "Twilight" bit it. Ahwell, it only happends when she doesn't smoke for a very long period of time. It feels like my Mother is a freaking Drill Seargent.
Every time she coughs, it sounds like she is going to throw up just by the expression my Mom has on her face. I just hate it when she does that. Plus the poor soul does it in her sleep.
Like I've said before, who would love a freakin Drill Seargent? I know I wouldn't want one for a mother.
By the way, my 21st birthday is comming up here soon. It's three days after Christmas (December 28th is the big day). Whoever is reading this entry, you can throw a party for me if you want. Just remember I will be 21. I don't care if it's a suprise party. Some of yinz know where I live.
My Mom is still yelling at my Dad for not hearing her and doing stupid things. Every time she yells, I find something sharp and slit my wrists. I did twice last week and it looks like a vampire from "Twilight" bit it. Ahwell, it only happends when she doesn't smoke for a very long period of time. It feels like my Mother is a freaking Drill Seargent.
Every time she coughs, it sounds like she is going to throw up just by the expression my Mom has on her face. I just hate it when she does that. Plus the poor soul does it in her sleep.
Like I've said before, who would love a freakin Drill Seargent? I know I wouldn't want one for a mother.
By the way, my 21st birthday is comming up here soon. It's three days after Christmas (December 28th is the big day). Whoever is reading this entry, you can throw a party for me if you want. Just remember I will be 21. I don't care if it's a suprise party. Some of yinz know where I live.
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