I'm really popular. I'm lying.

So I just finished watching Napoleon Dynamite for the fifth time in a row. Its in my "top 10", it would be in my "top 5" if it wasn't in everyone elses. People ruin things.

Napoleon and I are much a like. Alot of people probably would say the same about themselves and Napoleon. Their reasoning would probably include something about their "true inner nerd". Fair enough, being a nerd is the second best thing to be besides yourself. But I can't help but think about the majority of females in my grade (when I attended school) and what they think about the movie Napoleon Dynamite. Most of them would claim to be a "secret Napoleon". I would have to disagree.

Maybe I'm just selfish.

But they're not even close to resembling Napoleon.

I am. I am because I have no friends. I just never had the "balls" to get up in front of the entire school and do my dance.

I tried dancing in front of the entire school, but apparently ruined the whole performance because I had to wear glasses. My glasses made all of the Arabian Nights Dancers look bad that evening. I liked my glasses up until that day. I would have continued to wear my glasses shamelessly if it weren't for that girl who asked me if I could try dancing without them.

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Not sure where I was going with that.. Maybe, if any of the girls I mentioned earlier were to do their nerdy retarded dances in front of the whole school, they'd be showered with compliments and their mothers would be waiting outside with a bouquet of roses. Must be nice.

I never provided anyone other than my family with my true creative inner genius/entertainer. I knew they wouldn't place too hard of judgments on me if I seemed to be a little "too weird" sometimes.

Maybe that's why God created the family. Just in case your dance doesn't cut it.

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I chose this picture because I really wanted to have a silly picture, and well..... maybe only my little sister will be able to fully appreciate it.

This year, The Grinch dropped a bomb.

I've always said that I could never actually hate someone unless they did something to hurt my mom. (or the rest of my family) I know I've done a number on her, and hate myself for the things I have put her through. But what if the person who hurts my mother, is my father? For the last 21 years, he's been right about everything, unfortunately.. Until last night...........

We all knew this was coming... It was just a question as to when it would come. I really feel like my dad picked a good time to give my mom the bad news. My mom busts her ass all day, everyday to pay off her bills & provide for my sister and I. There's not a whole lot my mother would not for somebody in need. She gave and gave and gave all year long, not expecting anything in return. She definitely did not deserve what she got this Christmas. But my dad did, or will. Must be nice.

Merry Christmas Kathy, Mallory, Molly, Chloe, Bella, Johnny, Quasar and Rupert... Have a nice life. Good luck finding a place to live and whatever else you might need to stay alive.

The Roj is saying "Peace Out".

I'm completely lost. I can't begin to imagine what my poor mom has to be feeling right now. But I know that I myself am unable to think about anything other than the current situation at 1401 Edinburgh. I'm scared.. I haven't eaten since Monday afternoon, I can't eat. I can't see, my eyes burn so bad. And normally I do a good job of covering up my pain, but not anymore. I can't sleep.. I just don't understand alot of things.. And I'm having a difficult time trusting my dad now.. I overheard him say something that I still can't believe he said. I had alot of respect for my father up until the other night. Men are assholes..

I'm going to try and get a few hours of sleep.

It's been a while..

I know.. You guys were probably wondering, "How has Mallory been doing"?

I'll tell you.

***********DRUM ROLL***************

I got my very own....................

TELXON!!!

I have to brush my shoulders off on this one because I know everyone is jealous.

Don't be hatin'!

I'm not going to give an explanation for what a TELXON actually is, but for those of you who already know, which is probably just my sister....

Molly, You know that right now... My life is good..

Yeah.

HELP!!

NuF sEd.

I'm off to Target to do some good ol' SBT Returns!!

WOO HOO!

"Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies."

Now the blow's been softened,
since the air we breathe's our coffin.
Well now the blow's been softened,
since the ocean is our coffin.
Often times you know our laughter
is your coffin ever after.
And you know the blow's been softened,
since the world is our coffin.
Well now the blow's been softened
since we are our own damn coffins.
Well everybody's talkin' about their short lists.
Everybody's talkin' about death.

Are you dead or are you sleeping?

So Today's been good. My mom is speaking to me again. We went to Wal Mart where I got everything I've been needing for quite some time now.

Then Rios and Chopper came by to visit for an hour. We ended up having to give both of our dogs a bath cuz they were filthy. Fun Fun Fun!!

Oh, prior to their arrival, I received a text message from Daniel saying....

"if i find out that you or your friends are responsabile for what happened to my truck i am calling the cops."

I said HA!! And then asked what happened. He said I should tell him.

I can take a hint.... I decided to share a funny story about the time Chris pissed me off and his tires got slashed. Apparently, the story wasn't appropriate for this current situation.

Okay... I saved this as a draft a few days ago and I can't remember what all happened after that.

I apologize.

"Breakin up is hard to do".

So today I broke up with Daniel for the 100th time. Weird.

I guess he just wanted to make sure I was aware of what I was losing by breakin up with him..

Unfortunately for him, it only made me dislike him more.

Then he comes to my house, uninvited.

For anyone who knows me, they know that this was a bad idea.

Ruined my whole day. Sad because I think he felt as if his visit was worth it, and we got alot said.

Heh.. I didn't say much or answer any of his questions.. I was still trying to figure out what the hell he was thinking coming to my house. And then.. he layed in my bed and tried to "cuddle". It's a good thing my dad didn't come out of his room and witness my misfortune. That would have definitely landed Daniel on my "shit list". I'm not sure what we talked about, my mind was set on when he was planning on leaving. I was probably rude, but then again... When am I not rude?

He continues to text me and send me pictures and ask me if it's really over.. Am I annoyed? Just a bit.

As long as he doesn't try and talk to my sister or the rest of my family, he should be alright.. He'll get over this break up in no time.

Why would anyone want to be with me? The most selfish, critical, non-caring, rude sarcastic bitch on the planet.

I think I did him a favor.

I've never actually broken up with a boyfriend.. I usually just drive them to the brink of insanity and usually ends with a "Fuck You Bitch" or "I Hate You".. I've even been called the devil in the past. I took it as a compliment.

Oh Well... I'm not losing any sleep over this, thats for sure. Although, I feel like I'm in one of those "Molly & Chris" situations that seem to never end.

Hopefully Daniel will find a model girlfriend that is 376 times better than I am and leave me the fuck alone. I should hook him up with Chris. Chris can show him some pointers on how to get the ladies. And it won't be the internet because all Chris is capable of doing online is looking up porn and checking e-mail.

Needless to say... Meeting someone online and then dating them is not something I would recommend.

I will end with a Tupac Shakur lyric........

(clearing throat)

"You ain't never had a friend like me. BELIEVE THAT"!!

Peace!!

T.G.I.F

Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensation's overwhelming,
Give me a kiss goodnight and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won't feel a thing

So when I got home from work today, War Dog was here.

It's always a relief when I see his car in the driveway, because I can be sure he will give me a 4 hour update on what's going on in his life. I lose alot of sleep during the week, if you could imagine.

So tonight, him and his new girlfriend Jasmine, Jenny, Julie, I forgot her name, are finally going to have a night alone together.

Reason Being: She is rich.(?) She is a virgin.(ok) And she is a kindegarten teacher and a model. So they go out to dinner alot but they don't consider it "alone time" because people are constantly surrounding them, wanting to talk to her. And if they're not wanting to talk to her, they are wanting to talk to him. All they want is privacy.

MUST BE NICE.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Neon Vomit!!

Funny.. Daniels friends were making jokes about a buddy of theirs who was sick and throwing up disturbing colors. One of them refered to it as "neon vomit". I really wanted to do the "Neeee-On Voomit" impression but I hadn't done it in a while so I feared it might suck. I also had to remember that not everyone has seen The Disney Channels, "Ready or Not", so my neon vomit routine would probably just fly right over peoples heads or freak them out.

Save the animals.
Save the trees.
Save the earth, for you and me.
Picking up the garbage can be a hassle.
So save the earth. Our Home. Our Castle.

So.... I'm sick. But what's new? I should probably tell my mom, but I hate going to the doctor. That and my sickness is quite frequent. I think it has something to do with me quitting meth.

For the six years that I was using meth, I never got sick. Obvious reasons. Read the ingredients.

But anyway... this problem I have is frustrating. I am very tired and I feel really weak. It makes it hard to go to work and do other things that I like to do. And it's not so easy for me to just tell my mom the truth when I get sick like this... Ever hear the story of the boy who cried wolf? Ha.. Maybe I should discuss this disfunction of mine with my mom, it could be something serious. But the doctor will probably just tell me the same thing.. " Mallory, You are anemic".

I have heard that for the last 10 years of my life. It's not that I dont believe the doctor, but it seems to me there should be some kind of remedy or temporary cure for anemia. Doc has yet to mention anything.

I also have a story about a homosexual that works at the Baybrook Target. Let me just say, the guy is gay. And the guy is mexican. And the guy works at Target. I believe he is good friends with my mom and sis. Apparently he's not too fond of me.

When my mom got to the store, I asked her if she got along with the "gay guy". She said yes and wanted to know WHY? I explained to her the attitude he gave me when I asked for the Vendor Sign In Book. He did not believe that I was actually a vendor and demanded the company in which I work for. I told him American Greetings and I think that made him mad. After a moment of awkward and confused silence, I thought I would throw in that I am Kathy's daughter, Molly's older sister. That was pointless, it sure as hell didn't help my ass. Finally, he gave me directions to the Sign In Book.

A few hours later, as we were headed to the check out lane, we passed Jose or Juan or whatever his name is. My mom hollered for him to come over to where we were standing. She asked him why he wasn't nice to her daughter. And if he remembered me or not. His Response:

"I'M NOT GOING TO KISS ANYBODYS ASS. I DONT EVEN KISS MY BOYFRIENDS ASS!!"

Whoa is what my mom had to be thinking but if you know my mom, she kept her cool and continued to question him. She asked him if he could at least try and be nice to me just while I was in the store helping them out. His Response:

"Yes.............................. NO."

The looks he gave me during that conversation were unreal. It was like he really hates me, and can't be mature enough to walk on the same planet as me, or breathe the same air. Hell is where those were looks were directing me.

My mom said that's the way he is, but I disagree. This guys behavior was no act. It really caught me off guard. I remember this guy to be fairly friendly. But back when I remember him, he had yet to come out of the closet. Luckily for the rest of the world, he's come out, and is not afraid to talk about it.

Surprisingly, I kept my cool throughout the conversation. I eventually walked off and turned my ipod on since I wasn't welcomed by the guy in the red shirt. I will continue to keep my mouth shut and remain "the mature one" on this one, considering this is moms biggest account and her and my sister are in there alot. But I just have one question....

He is gay. That means he is a guy and he likes penis?

hmmm.....

I have a confession to make....

Today at work (almeda target), I was making a trip to the back to throw away my trash when an employee stopped me. Actually... It was more like a dramatic dive in front of me to get my attention. He's one of the many Target employees I have trained. They know better than to talk to me when I have my headphones on. (which is the majority of the time I am there) He got my attention and I took my headphones off to hear what he had to say.. Our conversation went something like this:

African American Target Associate: What were you listening to right before I stopped you?
Me The Greeting Card Chic: Umm... Ruthless by Something Corporate
African American Target Associate: Hmm... It sounded more like Spice Girls to me.
Me The Greeting Card Chic: Neat.. Sorry to dissappoint you, but it wasn't the Spice Girls
African American Target Associate: Oh I see... I see the games you are trying to play. Don't sweat it.
Me The Greeting Card Chic: O.... K, I'll try not to?
African American Target Associate: Why do girls always feel as if they have to lie for me to accept them? I'm not going to judge you by the music you listen to.
Me The Greeting Card Chic: Right.. I really have to get back to work and you have totally lost me.
African American Target Associate: AAIIGGHHT... That's tight, but just keep it real with me for now on. K, Shorty?
Me The Greeting Card Chic: Oh.

Once that was finally over, I put my headphones back on and finished jammin' "If you wanna be my lover".

This really makes we wonder how much of my music other people can hear. I do keep the volume pretty high, but I thought only I could hear what was coming out of the earphones.

Hmmm.... My music must sound really distorted to those around me. How in the hell do you get Spice Girls out of Something Corporate?

Anyway.... I definitely feel more comfortable now that I can be myself around the staff at Target. I think?

Well, before I am allowed to go to Daniels tonight, I must clean the living room and give Chloe a bath.

So Bye Bye for now

System Shut Down....

Well... I came inches away from the end of the world about an hour ago. It wasn't good. It's scary being that close, all electronics stop working. I must warn you.. When you get that close to the end, your cell phone stops working. So you will be unable to say goodbye to anyone or thing you hold dear.

Anyway... My cell phone froze. Weird?

My PDA also froze.. NOT COOL!! How in the hell was I going to play Solitaire? And where was I to store my important meetings, notes, contacts and upcoming appointments? I can't live without my Pocket PeeSea. Fortunately, my dad was not as hysterical as I was, so he was able to think rationally and come to a reasonable conclusion. DUH?? I should have known... All my dad had to do was...

-Release the stylus from it's designated slot.
-Unscrew the end of the stylus off.
-Use the end piece to push in the "super secret hidden reset button that looks like a tiny screw"
-Then screw the end of the stylus back into place.
-Replace stylus.
-Press the on/off button to turn the PDA on.

Man I feel like an idiot.

Today at the skate park this mother and her 2 children asked to join me on the bench. I said that was fine. (only because it's not my bench to deny children from even coming near)

I over heard the mother telling her children to stay away from the other bench because the "punk kids" over there were using horrible language. This made me laugh because the whole freakin' skate park is horrible language. I guess she felt like the far bench with the girl wearing a soulja rag would be a safe haven for her young. Maybe I should have taken off the rag to expose my devilish horns.

So... the mother continued to complain about the frequent innappropriate swear words used throughout the park. Her children did not seem to mind. They even asked her to be quiet because she was embarressing them. Funny..

I really don't know how to make a reasonable assumption as to what age a child could be.. They all look the same. So these children looked about 5 and 6. But their vocabulary was quite impressive for this age, i think. The little boy decided to break the ice between me and him by complimenting my cell phone which sat next to me on the bench.

I said Thanks, but I should have caught on to this kids evil plan to ruin the rest of my day.

Once we established that I had a cool cell phone, we talked about everything I would imagine you are not supposed to talk about with a five year old. From smoking weed... To Kenny Chesney... To wishing death on parental units.... Skating (of course).... Tounge Piercings.... Alcohol.... SlipKnot??.... And other hardcore heavy metal bands..

As if I wasn't already totally weirded out, the mom decided to inform me of the heavy metal band that her son and his friends are in. I tried my hardest to mask my confusion with an "interested look" on my face. This was to let her know I wanted to hear more about this band along with her whole life story. She explained that their band was alot like the band "SlipKnot".. Correct me if I am wrong, but I've always been under the impression that SlipKnot was too much for someone my age to handle. I've seen the shirts.. They're always black with red letters that resemble blood.

Who knows? Maybe they're a christian band. But I'm pretty sure they serve up a fine helping of innappropriate lyrics and swear words.

Once she completely lost me with the whole SlipKnot story, she went on to tell me how if she were me, she would never get married. Okay?? Since I mentioned the word "marriage" to her prior to this statement??.. ya. She told me how she was married and had kids but wishes she wasn't married.

Then the little boy asked her if she didn't like "dad". She responded with an under the breath "Sshh.."

At this point, I was convinced that this family was sent to my bench just to weird me out and make me use my brain on a Sunday afternoon to question this oddity. Why would this lady be trying to hide some deep family secret from me? My unreasonably harsh and critical personality must not be hidden that well.

So.... to make a long story short... This woman was unhappy with her husband, has a shameful past life, lives in Friendswood, is a breathing specialist, forgives only me for doing anything bad such as smoking cigarettes and she also used to do drugs. She also feels as if Daniel is way too old for me. (he's 25 and I'm 22, whoa) And she said that it must suck for me having to live with my parents at age 22. Oh Ya... And she also asked if I had any piercings in "naughty" places..

Weird!! I think I prefer sharing the bench with Daniels Posse over disturbingly twisted mothers.

Also, the little girl (age 6) only said one thing the entire 2 hours and that was to ask if she could use my camera..

What the hell?

I don't like kids. After today, I am a little fearful of them.

Pre Blogging... or something

I've decided to blog first thing today... It probably won't be as interesting but I'm doing it anyway.

I have alot to take care of today in preparation for tomorrow morning.

At 8:30 tomorrow morning I will be meeting with the one of the big AG bosses. I think she's going to just show me the ropes and help me with my "best practices". For anybody who knows me, they're probably thinking... "And? Does it matter so much to you that you have to blog about it?"

YES!! It matters alot to me. It's stressing me the *BEEP* out. I think there is something wrong with me, I am actually worrying about my job. Peep This (<- that was weird)

: Tuesday morning I woke up to my alarm clock at 7:45. Got ready. And was out of the house and headed to work by 9:00am. Half way down the freeway, I realized, "What the hell am I doing? Being responsible? Weird". What next? Get my GED as soon as possible and enroll in college. WHOA!!

Anyway... Bella and I are going to donate food to the League City Animal Shelter. Good Deeds.. Actually, Gladene bought a bunch of bags of dog food that were on clearance at HEB and wanted my mom to donate them to a shelter in need. Seeing as how my mom does not have time to pick her nose, I volunteered to help her out.

The League City Animal Shelter is a very depressing place. If anything bad ever happens to the city of League City, the animal shelter will be the first to be shut down. It's also extremely unsanitary, and they are very short handed. I am actually a registered volunteer for them, but I can't go. Their whole outlook on animal welfare and what not is twisted. I guess I am just used to the HSPCA, where their #1 priority is the animals. They are an organization that care for/treat/adopt out the animals. A local animal shelter does not have the money to treat the animals, let alone even feed them. They try and adopt out the animals, but their sales technique is fucked up. They want the volunteers (while showing prospective adopters the animals) to lie about the animal to get the people to adopt them. We are supposed to tell the customer what they want to hear. Ya.. It's places like this that make this world a horrible place for animals to live in. But I'm still taking them food. The animals still have to eat.

Okay.. Now I am upset.

I really want to color. I get this sometimes. If only I could find my crayons.

Daniel started his new job today. I hope it works out for him.

What should I tell Chloe we are doing when we leave?

Crap.. Maybe I'll tell her we are going to the Dog Wash, Chloe doesn't like baths.

Yo Yo Yo....

We'll take a holiday.. You know I'd love you better.

Ya.. Good Song. Gives me cool ideas.

What?

So.. I got some Vodka because I decided I am going to drink. I'll let ya'll know how it goes.. Probably not so good.

I went to the mailbox today and discovered that I have been summoned for jury duty. Not Cool.. Whatever the case may be, I am going to go ahead and say that they are innocent. Unless I get lucky and it's an animal cruelty case. Guilty Nigga.

I wonder what the chances of the defendant being black are? Heh...

Ya. Daniel. That's my new boyfriend, and by far the coolest ass guy in the world.

Many might be thinking.. "Mallory always says that"...

Fuck Ya'll... This time I am not on drugs and neither is he. RIght now, I can't really think of anything that could screw up a relationship where drugs are not involved. And No... My excessive nose picking really hasn't seemed to be a problem yet.

I am happy and excited so good for me!! Did I mention that he is freakin' sexy too?

How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily
Say Me Say Many Moni Say me say manymanymany

Total Bummer... We thought it was "How many mics do we rip on the deli"?
That would have made more sense, right?

Oh Well.. Until next time.....

PIECE!!

Aahh...

So... Allen and I agreed that it would be okay if I went my own way while he serves 15 years.

Upsetting. Frustrating. Depressing. Weird.....

But I am doing better.

I met the coolest guy ever.

Daniel.. That's his name.

He stole my bike... That's how we initially met. (myspace, heh)

Anyway.... He's totally cool and I look forward to getting to know him better.

And I am leaving for Vegas tomorrow. I'm really not ready to go, but I am totally stoked.

Hell Ya!!

And Molly got 300+ tokens from A.J. this morning so that makes her a "Token Prostitute Whore"..

Love you Molly.

This Just In.....

Allen.. My boyfriend.. My best friend.. Was sentenced to 15 years in a federal prison with no chance for parole. He was sentenced last Thursday.. But I just talked to his mom and found out. It really hasn't sunk in for me yet.. But when it does... You'll be hearing from me again.

Probably soon..

This isn't fair.

15 years for 6 months of criminal activity.

The whole Federal Goverment is a Crock!

Just when everyone thought Mallory couldn't do anything stupider...

SHE DOES!!

This time, it's not only the stupidest of the stupid, it's the most humiliating thing ever.

It could have killed me, but it didn't.

Instead it put me in surgery for 2 hours and the hospital for 2 days.

It also made me unable to move, use the restroom or do anything else by myself.

I just hope my family can find it in their hearts to forgive me.

This is something I am going to have to forget, even though it's going to take time.

And what hurts most of all is........ I can't play with my dog. The one joy in my life and I'm too sick to go outside and let her jump on me and lick me and play with me.

Rain. Rain. Go Away.....

Father, hear my prayer
I need the perfect words
Words that he will hear
And know they're straight from You
I don't know what to say
I only know it hurts
To see my only friend slowly fade away

Chorus:
So maybe this time
I'll speak the words of life
With Your fire in my eyes
But that old familiar fear
is tearin' at my words
What am I so afraid of?
'Cause here I go again
Talkin' 'bout the rain
And mullin' over things
that won't live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance
to tell him that You love Him

But here I go again
Here I go again

Lord, You love him so
You gave Your only Son
If he will just believe
He will never die
But how then will he know
What he has never heard?
Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life

But here I go again
Here I go, here I go

This might be my last chance
To tell him that You love him
This might be my last chance
To tell him that You love him

You love him, You love him
What am I so afraid
What am I so afraid
What am I so afraid of?
How then will he know
What he has never heard?

I can remember the first time I ever heard this song. Molly came to pick me up from Allens friends house in Houston. I was so excited because I just got a new pipe and Allen gave me a healthy sack of dope to enjoy while I was home for the weekend. Nice, right? On the ride home, Molly put this song on and was quietly singing along. It wasn't till she hit repeat that I started to really listen to the words, by the end of the song I had to keep my head turned towards the window to hide my tears. Heaven Forbid Molly catch me expressing my feelings. She was probably just listening to it because she likes it, it's a good song, but it meant alot more to me. It really made me think, and it seemed appropriate for the situation. Me being the troubled one in the family, I never actually thought of what my actions were probably doing to my family. Selfish. I know better now. I've since then realized the error of my ways.

But what if I hadn't of realized when I did?

What if my selfishness went so far that I did something that was unfixable?

My prayers go out to Whitney and her family.

Did you miss me?

Nah. You're probably used to my one blog per month. And whats really sad is I only give readers about 5 sentences to read. I should work on that. I should stop saying that in every post, and actually start doing something about my problem.

So....

Last post was sometime before April.

April 24th, I got a Pit Bull Puppy.

Finally..... It Happened!!

Her name is Bella and on April 24th she was 6 weeks old. Now she's about 3 or 3 1/2 months old. Time flies, don't it? She is Tan and White. Yes, I know I said I would never get a white dog, but she was just too darn cute, I couldn't say no. That would be cruel to put 3 adorable (white) pitbull puppies in front of ME (of all people) and expect me to say no. Crazy! She actually has a lot of tan on her and her nose is black. She has the sadest eyes and an apple on her side. You'd have to see it. Too bad I don't have a PeeC anymore to post pics. Just go to my yahoo photos to see her pics.

So I've been pretty busy with her, she can really be a handful at times but I love her and wouldn't trade her for the world. (even though Chris disagrees)

Busy. Busy. Not too busy.

I've still attended Putt Putt at least once a day. But usually twice.

Must be nice.

Just another day.....

Only thing different about me today is that I can now say that I have seen "I Heart Huckabees" & "The Final Cut".

And I could also say that I scored a 350 today at Skeeball. I was excited.

Still am actually. I now have a total of 310 points. I really haven't set any goals yet considering I've barely gotten my feet wet in this exciting game of Skeeball.

Did I mention that I am also a member of the Putt Putt Savers' Club? Well, as of Saturday, I am. I don't think my card has anything on it yet, but tomorrow when I go I plan on getting all my points I've saved added to it. (and maybe while im at the counter I can sneak a peek at their prize selection & start thinking about setting some goals.)

I'm probably going to get some advice from my sister, since she knows a thing or two about the game. She's already got a Spiderman and a Donkey to prove it. We'll see how it goes.

Your probably wondering where my sudden interest in Skeeball came from........ I admit, I always enjoyed playing but it wasn't till this Major Conspiracy on my friend Justin really got serious, that I had free time to play. Actually, my whole life is basically free time, but up until just recently... I actually had someone to spend it with. How pathetic.

Oh Well... Everyday, little by little, I pack up my stuff to go back to Cranfills Gap. Hopefully, I am able to get a puppy before I go back. Then I would have a more stable friend. No offense to Allens parents, but hanging out with old people all day every day isn't always so exciting. But if I had a puppy, it would be so much more fun. Plus the two of them have eachother, and then I'm like the third wheel.

Now don't get me wrong, I love Scout & Frankie and Scooby. But those aren't "my" pets. I've never had a puppy of my own, and that's what I want. I can't keep getting attached to other peoples pets, its usually because of those other people that I end up heart broken.

But before I get too emotional with all of that.. I'm gonna go.

Wish me luck tomorrow!

It's Thursday...... Or at least I think it is.

Actually, I know it is. Today is the first day I receive my first paycheck. It was for $50.00 and it was deposited directly into my checking account. That will happen every other Thursday for as long as.... I dunno. So aren't you wondering why I am getting a paycheck? You know I don't have a job. Basically, my dad told me that he is going to pay me to do nothing. Now, most 21 year olds would be like "HELL YA DUDE!" like dumbasses. I, on the other hand, am ashamed of myself. Basically, my dad is saying that I am a loser. But he's right, I'm not going anywhere in life, but I still have to have some money to eat and what not. So even though $50.00/2weeks for doing nothing seems nice..... It's going to be a good lesson in money management and responsibility. Hmmmm..... I'm going to the mall. Syke!

Back.. And even more depressed.

Yesterday was just like all the rest. But I woke up fairly early actually to drive my dad to work. Then I came home to finish watching "The Million Dollar Hotel", which was a great movie. (One I think my sister would definitely enjoy. hint.) So as my day progressed... I did some laundry while puppy-sitting. Yay! Then it happens. I receive a text message from Steven Ford at 6:43pm saying that he had to put Rosco to sleep. Oh No!! It gets worse..... Rosco attacked Steven. I was shocked! Still am. I can't even begin to imagine what Steven Ford is feeling.

See.. I told you it snowed in Friendswood. Cool, huh? 

Merry Christmas.... 20 minutes in advance.

Well, if you have been dreaming of a white christmas...... Looks like your gonna get it. I don't know what to think. It's weird. It's cool, but it sucks when you have to drive. Maybe I am the only one still thinking about it. People up north probably don't even notice when it snows because it's normal. It's 33degrees, but I don't think it's that cold. It could be the turtleneck that I am wearing today that is making me feel that way. I usually don't wear turtlenecks, actually... I never wear them. But it looked warm and I liked the colors, so I thought I'd give it a shot. So..... It's Christmas Eve, i'm wearing a turtleneck, and it's snowing.. What a day! Until next time.... Merry Christmas To All... And To All A Good Night!

This just in.....

I haven't even started looking for a job.
I haven't really helped my mom out.
I made it to where my mom doesn't want to talk to me.
I haven't kept in touch with Boo's parents or his brothers.
I haven't really played with Chloe as much as I would like to.
I got my room cleaned. But it's a mess again.
My sister took off to Cali.
I've gotten one letter from Boo in the last 2 weeks.
The Buick got a mp3 player. But I don't know how to make mp3 disks.
I am a retard.

HEY BUDDY!!!
WOSS NESS 4 LIFE.

me! 

Dial Up Kicks Ass! Skye.

Dial Up! Dial Up! It's the Best! Put your modem to the test! Just a fun little song to start out my very first blog for the last 2 months.. Jeez! I really am good about sticking with things. Heh Heh.. So I went to see my boyfriend today.. He looked really good.. And he seemed to be doing a lot better. But of course, he wants out. But I guess if I was in jail, I'd be wanting out.. But at least he's mature enough to understand that he is in there because of his own stupid actions, and now he's having to suffer the consequences. Let's just pray that he doesn't have to be in there 8 or 15 years. Let's pray for 3-4. But I think I do a good job of writing him everyday, and he calls me at his parents every other day, and now my sister and mom are going to start writing him. He really enjoys mail. Really, Mail is the only thing he has to look forward to besides visitations on fridays and getting released. (which isn't happening anytime soon) But I appreciate you guy's support... Mom and Moxie! Allen really appreciates it too. Anyway, I'm going to go eat now. I thought I'd say hello. I will definitely write more next time.. Oh ya, I tried to get my boyfriends parents to go to Putt Putt for some SkeeBall.. They said no. It's ok, they're old. They probably wouldn't have as much fun as like my sister does. Also, a word of advice..... If you want to upload photos onto your online album. DO NOT USE DIAL UP! DUH? Who would? But when it's all you got, you got to right? Bye Bye 4 Now!

I'm updating.... Big Deal. Only because I have no one else to talk to.

I ruined my mom's life.
I messed up my sister's boyfriends evidence for his court case. (on purpose mind you)
I probably upset my sister, and jeopardized her relationship with her boyfriend becaues of this.
I don't care for him right now.
I didn't really care for him the first time I ever met him.
I adjusted to that.
I let down my guard because I love my sister. She's my best friend.
I have the best boyfriend a girl like me could ever ask for. (well, most of the time anyway)
I am lucky to even actually be accepted by this boyfriend of mine.
I can't be with him anymore.
I lost my best friend.
I should start looking for a job. (is what my mom says)
I knew this would one day happen. (so did he, along with everyone else)
I just didn't realize it would hurt so bad.
I didn't think I would cause as many problems as it's caused.
I didn't think that I would be the person in which everyone blamed.
I know that no one is interested in what I have to say.
I know I am a bitch all the time, that's why no one wants to hear what I have to say.
I also know that.........
I am alone.
I don't think anyone really cares.
I have to live the rest of my life feeling guilty for all of this.
I will do it too.
I don't care about myself.
I care about my best friend, my only friend.
I am without.