Another. Boring. Day/Week. I usually hate school, but i've realised just how boring things can get without it. Well, the day is actually fast-approaching. Next month, I believe. Not a whole lot happened the week I didn't write, but sometime before my first entry I was able to go to a Herman's Hermits concert. :) (yeah, i'm more of a classical rock/alternative girl. Modern stuff is cool too.) That was fun. Uuuumm..... what else? Oh, I found this cool site called WolfHome. Its this 2D chat thing with wolf avatars and stuff. You can talk to and meet some cool and funny people there. My username is SolSister.
As for whats coming up (besides the beginning of school and more interesting posts), I get to see my dad, uncle, half-brother, and cousin this weekend. :D My dad lives in Texas, so I don't get to see him very often. My parents divorced when I was 9 or so. (more info will be added to the bottom for people interested in reading my sob story. -_-") My Uncle Ray lives with dad along with Grandpa in texas, and he also wanted to visit his son and my cousin, Nico. So, were all getting togeather! (plus my half-brother Ryan. He lives with his mom near me my area of town) We plan to go go-karting, swimming, roller-skating, and all that jazz. Tons 'o fun! :) Will post an entry describing details afterwards.
Then, after that all thats left is the Lutherhaven trip. Which, coincidently, Ryan, his friend who ive met before, and his half-sister (stepdad's kid) Lizzy are all going too. Its like were forming an army or something ^.^ We all chose the program "treetop village" so we're all togeather. Ive done it before, and its just plain awesome. The cabins are elevated and in the woods, so we're closer to nature. :3 Though I forgot bug spray last time. SUCKED!!
Well, thats all thats going on right now. Posts should pick up to an average of 1 post or more a week once school starts. Until then, thank you so much for waiting patiently.
♥Peace Out!♥
~Sister
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As promised, my depressing divorce story.
It all happened when I was still living in michigan. Mom and dad used to get into horrible fights at home. Most of them, as mom later revealed, happened while I was off playing outside. Only a small few happened while I was around, but they were frightening. Thankfully, only one of them had any violence whatsoever. It was the worst one, i'll never forget it. I was playing in my room when I heard yelling and cursing in the other room. I went out to see what was going on, and there were my parents in a pretty nasty quarrel in the hallway. I stood frozen in fear as they begain to move further up the hallway, bringing their fight with them. They were so mad at eachother, they didn't even notice me as they came closer. Almost getting ran over, I ran and hid in the bathroom. Once the fight had settled down, mom apalogised and coaxed me out of the bathroom. Dad had left the trailer in a huff and would not be back for a little while. When he did come home a few hours later, his knuckles were scraped and bloody from punching something (Don't worry, It wasn't a person or anything. He said it was a screen in the door.) He apalogised too and we all relaxed the rest of the night. I was glad to see they had stopped and we were all togeather again, but somehow deep down, I knew it wouldn't last. Dad had gotten laid off from his job (the stingy jerks "couldn't afford to pay a large number of employees") and somehow got a job interview down in texas; a factory that makes machinery and other stuff for Nasa. We already had a plan to move back to Indiana, but he went to the interview, saying "Oh, im not going to take the job. I'm just going because i've never been there before. Ive always wanted to go.".... Yeah, well turned out when he got home he HAD taken the job offer and was going to move to Texas. My mother's side of the family is very close-knit (dad's.. not so much.) and she later told me that she was depressed the whole time we were in Michigan (his job had taken him there) and had already made up her mind not to move to Texas, even further away from indiana. But Dad went anyway. When the day came and he went to leave, I stood in front of the doorway, blocking him from the exit. I desperately wanted to him to stay, for I was very close to my parents. "Don't make this harder that it has to be, sweetheart. I'm sad too.". Im not a rebelious child, so I eventually caved and let him through. I've never cried harder my entire life.
A little while later, after moving back to indiana with Mom into Gammy and Papa's house (Don't judge. Ive always called them that ever since I was really little, and it just stuck. -_-) I found out that they were getting a divorce. I knew it was going to happen anyway, but I was still upset. And, on top of all that, I also lost my cat Tarzan around 6-8 months later. Boo.
5 years later, im a pretty happy teen who lives her beloved mom and cat in a house in a pretty nice and quiet town. It took a while, but i've gotten over it. Dad now lives out his dreams in Texas. He owns a sailboat and is as happy as can be in Texas. Only getting to see him once or twice a year, I was very angry for a while. How could he, my own father, choose his job over his child? As the years passed, though, I grew more understanding. It was HIS choice, HIS life, HIS loss. Hes happy, so thats good. I no longer bear no ill will and still hold a strong relationship with him.
(WOW that was long. Anyway, thanks for taking the extra time to read more about my past. glad no know someone cares. Peace out! ♥)
