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The hardest part of writing this blog isn't the content. No, that just flows out of my like natural. It's actually coming up with an interesting title and somehow making the post fit. If it doesn't, well who said acid always has a pH 1.
I went to an Italian Restaurant today for a friend's late birthday party. It had really good food and things and the service was good. I feel bad, but I was just too "frugal" to leave a tip. I wanted to, because honestly they server was nice and everything. I give it a 9.5/10 because will all the great service and food, they forgot who ordered what. I guess that is a fault on our part too because we can't remember what our order was called. That's fine though. My sister, who is 15, also came. Not to be an ass or anything, I didn't want her to come actually. Not because I hate her but I knew how awkward it is for her. She herself didn't want to come either but motherlord forced her to come. I almost left without her honestly; she took way too long to get dressed and come out. Around 8, I called motherlord to come get us. She forgot her phone and didn't call so I didn't know she was waiting in the parking lot. (I just realised this is a lot of word vomit, please don't read this paragraph. You already have since I'm almost done but y'know...) She got angry at us, and then yelled and all those things. I feel like she's getting dragged into the same emotional(?) patterns as fatherlord. He's constantly on a moody roller coaster; one minute the 'rents are happy, the next they are angry with the world. How do I live like this, I don't know but I do.
I've started The Fast and The Furious series. I've already watched the first two movies about 4 or 5 times each but as I am 17 now I think I'll be able to actually understand the stuff in it. And as a person who wants to take part in that kind of life, I like to believe I understand it slightly more than I should. (Ha! That's funny.) I'm liking this whole cars and racing combo with a side of crime but I don't think racing is for me.I wouldn't want to do it, I am afraid of driving but when I see Brian's face, his cute smile, I actually wish he would be my boy and all those things that a girl wants... plus I'd want him to teach it to me like...
Ok stop! Hold up! I'm acting delusional here. I'm going to just... leave that striked out right there.
I haven't had my routine evening dose of caffeine tonight so I'm thinking of an espresso or just a regular ice coffee black. I forgot about that combo from the other night.
This is the worst post so far because it's only 9:38PM. In order for me to be a good writer, I need to be sleep deprived and caffeinated I suppose. Or just in a mood. I'm shaking right now, wanting to watch more movies. If anyone sees my creativity running around or something, you know where to find me.
I went to an Italian Restaurant today for a friend's late birthday party. It had really good food and things and the service was good. I feel bad, but I was just too "frugal" to leave a tip. I wanted to, because honestly they server was nice and everything. I give it a 9.5/10 because will all the great service and food, they forgot who ordered what. I guess that is a fault on our part too because we can't remember what our order was called. That's fine though. My sister, who is 15, also came. Not to be an ass or anything, I didn't want her to come actually. Not because I hate her but I knew how awkward it is for her. She herself didn't want to come either but motherlord forced her to come. I almost left without her honestly; she took way too long to get dressed and come out. Around 8, I called motherlord to come get us. She forgot her phone and didn't call so I didn't know she was waiting in the parking lot. (I just realised this is a lot of word vomit, please don't read this paragraph. You already have since I'm almost done but y'know...) She got angry at us, and then yelled and all those things. I feel like she's getting dragged into the same emotional(?) patterns as fatherlord. He's constantly on a moody roller coaster; one minute the 'rents are happy, the next they are angry with the world. How do I live like this, I don't know but I do.
I've started The Fast and The Furious series. I've already watched the first two movies about 4 or 5 times each but as I am 17 now I think I'll be able to actually understand the stuff in it. And as a person who wants to take part in that kind of life, I like to believe I understand it slightly more than I should. (Ha! That's funny.) I'm liking this whole cars and racing combo with a side of crime but I don't think racing is for me.
Ok stop! Hold up! I'm acting delusional here. I'm going to just... leave that striked out right there.
I haven't had my routine evening dose of caffeine tonight so I'm thinking of an espresso or just a regular ice coffee black. I forgot about that combo from the other night.
This is the worst post so far because it's only 9:38PM. In order for me to be a good writer, I need to be sleep deprived and caffeinated I suppose. Or just in a mood. I'm shaking right now, wanting to watch more movies. If anyone sees my creativity running around or something, you know where to find me.
~C.
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