A little birdie told me just now that I was the inspiration for her to start her own blog.

Do you know how proud that makes me? A lil bit. Bit of an ego boost, you might say.

I try to get my feelings across and my points made as clearly as possible sometimes; but sometimes I just want to let lose, and not worry about standards or etiquette — ESPECIALLY not on my wordpress. I deal with enough of that at school. Freedom = the internet.

This little birdie is this seriously cool kid I’ve come to know over the last two years, one that is 50x smarter than me, and a whole bunch sweeter, too. She’s the type that would help a poor redneck cross the street, while I’d sit back with my best friend and laugh my ass off because he’s so stupid he keeps bumping into trees. Like Colby. *Ahem*.

I had a great dinner at Cheeseburger Bobby’s in town with said best friend, Katrina, and we went back to her house to chill with her family like I usually do. There are so many advantages of your closest friend having a car — you have no idea. Or maybe you do. Her family is like the family I never had; they fight — of course they do –, but they always go back to loving each other. No year-long grudges. No knife fights. Normal. Imagine that. I’m not jealous of her, but I do envy the relationship she carries with both parents, and the fact that her parents (who’ve raised her from birth) are still together. Whether the father she lives with is blood-related to her or not has never had any impact on the relationship they have, and I envy that too, because my “stepfather” (my mother’s boyfriend) and I have no sort of relationship what. so. ever. We exchange remarks about my mom, and about what’s for dinner (maybe the occasional funny story about the family dog). But other than that, nothing. Not that I’d want to — he’s sort of revolting.

But her dad? Awesome. Mike. And her mother, Kris, is even cooler (but don’t tell him I said that ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) She makes me appreciate the wild nature in adults, and I fear for her whenever she goes in to the doctor for her back, my fear equal to or maybe even a little stronger than that of her own kid! Katrina’s worried sick when it comes to questioning her mom’s health, but so am I.

My little “mental health day” was pretty cool, hanging with Katrina and the sort. Despite the delicious Chicken Finger Tuesday I enjoyed, I was still able to devour Cheeseburger Bobby’s Smokehouse Burger like it was nobody’s business ๐Ÿ™‚ Delicious, people, delicious.

But now I must say goodnight, because my eyes are hurting from the screen, and my little fingers are freezing still. I need to turn up the heat, go check my TV recordings, and then get some sleep. I have school tomorrow (getting ^ at around 7:30).

I’m looking forward to my Literature test ๐Ÿ™‚ How weird is that.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Tomasz Haracz
    Aug 11, 2010 @ 07:43:51

    Thanks for posting, Really enjoyed this.

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