Day 7 - One story of a memory you have.
when i was little i LOVED my great-grandpa. he was the coolest old man in the history of ever. he would play with me for hours. we’d play house, and baby dolls, and he’d let me put bows in his hair. he was just awesome. when he got really old they had to amputate his leg. we’d take him out to eat and he’d scare little kids by showing them his fake leg. it was hilarious. i guess that’s technically not one memory, but whatever....
Day 6 - Two things you want.
1) a license
2) a baby elephant
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woo! another day totally wasted at the dps. stupid parallel parking.
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i think i cheated on my art homework. i was supposed to make a painting collage thing of me in my room, and i drew my room clean cause i was too lazy to draw all the crap that’s really there.
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some genius decided to put fly paper hanging from the cieling in the middle of the kitchen, and i just got my hair stuck all in it. >:(
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this year is going to be amazing. on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays i have 4 periods of art, and on tuesdays and thursdays i have 2 periods of art. imma be artin.
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who just woke up at 4 in the afternoon?
zoe did.
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“ok mom, i’ll clean the house if you help me with the kitchen and bathroom.” “sure.”
guess who’s cleaning the kitchen and bathroom by them self.
zoe is. :(
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i’m so frustrated with my house right now. there’s five of us lIving in this tiny house, and we have tons and tons of crap. like why do we need 7384628974 vhs tapes? our vcr doesn’t even work, and hasn’t worked in years. why is our garage a mountain? why does everyone hold onto clothes that our 5 times to small? i keep trying to get rid of stuff, and my moms like “oh no we’re gonna have a garage sale. just shove it in the garage.” i’m like “mom, you’ve been saying that for years. can we please just take this to goodwill.” “no, no i’m serious this time” yeah sure. we barely have room to live. so now i’m just sneaking stuff into the garbage cause this is rediculous. our house is also over 20 years old. it was my great grandpa’s house that he bought when my mom was a little girl, so it’s like seriously narly and falling apart. not to mention all the damage my little brother and sister and the pets have done. it looks horrible. there’s sharpie drawings all over the house from my little sister. there’s strips of wall paper that she just ripped off. the door frames are all scratched up from the cats. the dog chewed a hole in my wall. my mom got pissed at my dad one night and went in the bathroom and ripped up all the flooring and then went and ripped all the wallpaper off in the kitchen. the cabinets all over the house are literaly falling apart, and both showers have walls that are crumbling. i keep telling my mom that we need to do something to fix this place up, but she’s just like “yeah i know…” she’s probably not going to do a thing until the whole place just caves in on top of her. whatever i’m gone in a year, so i guess it doesn’t really matter anyways.
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so my grandpa and uncle randomly decided to go to alaska for a week “because they’ve never been.” well, my grandma is scared to stay in her house without my grandpa, so she’s staying at a hotel down the street the whole week, but she’s scared to stay in the hotel alone, so she talked me into spending the week at the hotel with her. in her old age she’s gotten seriously over sensitive, rude, bossy, controlling, and inconsiderate, and she nags the hell out of everyone. last night at dinner, she almost started crying because she insisted that i was making faces at her behind her when the whole table told her all i did was scratch my nose. today she threw a hissy because i came to get my car from her house without calling and telling her that i got it, then she threw a fit because she drove past us and we didnt honk and wave because we didn’t see her. then she found out we went out to eat for lunch and didn’t invite her and threw another fit, and then yelled at me cause i sat her cup of cat food for her cats on the hood of her car instead of in the cup holder, and now she’s nagging me about getting a new blanket because mine is “old and raggedy” since i’ve had it since i was two, and “there’s no way i can take that nasty thing with me to college next year.” so pretty much this is gonna be one seriously long week.
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day 3: your parents
dear mom,
thanks for being my mom. i should probably tell you more often, but i really am grateful for everything you do. you tell me the story all the time about when you had me, how confusing it was for you, how hard it was to have an accident baby with a guy that wasn’t really ready to be a dad, how you considered not keeping me, how scary it was. i’m so glad you chose to keep me, and you did an awesome job of being a mom.
love you!
-zoe
dear dad,
i wish we got along better. we’re just so different, and i really don’t understand you. i know you try, and i know sometimes you don’t believe it, but i really do love you.
-zoe......
i drove all the way to dinner, and all the way home, and we only almost died like once. woo! success!
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my little sister drew me a picture on my bed in sharpie.
my mom kept telling everyone what an awful driver i was, which i am not, so i made my grandpa go with me to get his opinion. he went on an on about how good i did. ha told you so.
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i’m really sorry i’m such a nuisance to you. in a year you’ll get your wish, and i’ll be gone. then you can be happy again.
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zoe now has a permit! woo!
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my mom actually let me drive today. she was freaking out the whole time cause she’s a control freak and hates other people driving, but in the end she did admit that i did pretty amazing for my first time ever. if the state of texas can get thier crap together and actually have thier computers working, i’ll be able to get my permit tomorrow. woo! excited!
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i got home from helping my grandma clean her house and walked into the kitchen and was like “hey mama.” as soon as she saw me she went off about how i left a ranch dressing packet from jack n the box in her car and it exploded and she knew it was me and how ungrateful i am. so i go “mom, i don’t have a problem with cleaning it up for you, but i don’t appreciate being jumped on when you don’t even know for sure that it was me. i haven’t eaten jack n the box in months. you and dad ate it last saturday. when i go to jack n the box i only order the fajita pita which you don’t eat ranch with, so it doesn’t even make sense for it to be my ranch packet. just ask me to clean it up next time, i don’t mind.” she went off. like crazy. like so completely ridiculous that my dad was like “gayle, lay off. she probably didn’t do it. she stood up for herself in a respectful way and she even offered to clean it up anyways. just chill.” and OH MY GOD i don’t think i have ever seen my mom that mad in my life. she went biserk. “fine stand up for the little bitch!” she was baking muffins so the muffin batter ended up all over my dad and then she got in the car and drove off. my little brother and sister started crying cause they think moms going out of town and not coming back even though me and my dad tell them she’ll be back soon. like 15 minutes later she comes in goes in to her room grabs her credit card and starts to walk out. my brother goes “mom, are you going out of town?!” and she goes “DON’T PRESSURE ME, IAN!!” and walks back out. then like 15 minutes later she comes back in and acts like nothing happened and finishes baking her muffins. PMSing? i think so.
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i don’t know why, but all of a sudden my mom decided she needs to be a strict parent with a bunch of rules. ya know my whole childhood i’ve been a good kid, never really needed many rules, but now i’m a month away from being eighteen, still don’t do anything badto make her not trust me, and she decides she needs to set up all these rules. what the actual hell?
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i should probably sleep sometime soon, so i dont sleep through summer school again tomorrow…
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so apparently my dad is bffs with my ex-bestfriend who recently backstabbed the hell out of me and my friends. he’s been like talking to her and IMing her on facebook. not only is that creepy as hell, but i am so tired of him doing crap like this. he would do it all the time when i was little. he used to be super nice and talk to the boy who made fun of me in elementary, and i would cry and he wouldn’t understand why i was upset with him. he’d be all ‘what did you want me to yell at him?!’ and i’d say ‘no, but i don’t want you to be his friend!’ and he’d tell me i was rediculous. thanks so much for backin me up, dad.
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