Today is always a very special day to me because every four years, I’m given an extra day to do something. Often times it is something new, like trying out a new hobby. Other times, it’s spent on solely writing. This time I’m being tested on my tolerance for things I dislike, as I am going to a movie with my father. Things have definitely been interesting in the last several months and I’m determined to not allow him to ruin this rare day. If he does, well, I have another four years to get over it and will definitely not allow him to ruin another. As to what else has been going on, yesterday I colored my hair jet-black from my natural blonde. It’s a huge change but I absolutely love it. I’ve always wanted dark hair and voila, now I have it included with blue highlights. I have a feeling that things are going to be very different soon and it’s not just because of the day or my hair. Those are insignificant compared to the bigger picture but the problem is, there are still major puzzle pieces missing from that bigger picture. I’m not entirely sure how long it will take to piece the entire thing together but I honestly hope that moment never comes. I prefer the mystery of it all. So, Happy Extra Day, as I call it. Spend every moment of it wisely.
Was at the park for a few hours today with the twins and Michael. It made my day, literally. They’re hilarious. Took Michael to see the emerald pond for the first time where chaos struck. I wanted a jar of water so he attempts to get it, right? First, he tries to walk to the edge but he literally sinks into the mud. Then he attempts to walk along a fallen tree that fell into the water a while back. He manages to crouch down and get the water before noticing a spider. Michael then slowly stands up and comes back to land before asking if there are any alligators in the pond, lmao! The whole time the twins and I were watching him worriedly but he survived. Then we started talking about piranhas and pond sharks, lol. All in all, today was completely awesome and I’m still grinning just replaying the events in my head. It even made this coming week bearable by having to see my father. Thanks for making life interesting, you guys. ;p
The title pretty much says it all at this point. I’m not looking forward to this coming week because I get the “pleasure” of having a movie night with my father. Yay me. At least it’s a movie and we don’t have to talk, right? We hardly talk to begin with. Plus, every time I see him the words “one day you’re going to wake up and realize that she’s(my mom) the bad guy and I’m the good guy” scream in my mind as well as “you’re just collateral damage.” Yeah. And people wonder why I’m so bitter towards him and his fake attempts to get to know me. I lived in the same house with him for seventeen years. You’d think he would have gotten to know me then but no. He never so much as spoke to me then. Sorry to all of the forgivers out there. He doesn’t get a smidgen of my forgiveness or sympathy.
Well, there’s one month left before I turn eighteen. This will be extremely interesting since I used to be excited about it and now I’m sort of blah about it. I’ve been counting down since 520 days until my eighteenth birthday, lol. It’s odd to not care about it now. I guess my expectations are much lower for this year now than they were towards the end of last year. Ah well. I’m having a “party” on Runescape and am still unsure of whether I’m going to have a real-life one or not. I don’t have that many friends that live in the area so I’ll probably hang out with my Wiccan friend, his wife, and my mom only. I have a blast with them every time anyway and since I’m not a very flashy person, it’ll be a nice little get-together. So, this is it. Twenty-nine more days.
Happy Valentine’s Day. Yeah, it’s a happy day for all of you, yada yada. Get a room. So, to keep us “mushy-haters” entertained, I’ve come up with something amusing. Enjoy.
How to disappear off the face of the earth to people you dislike…
Step One: Tell everyone who hates Twilight that you love the series/tell everyone who loves Twilight that you hate the series.
Step Two: Get a haircut/color your hair.
Step Three: Wear makeup/don’t wear ANY makeup
Step Four: Change the way you talk
Step Five: Rename all of your accounts and block people/Block people but they’ll find you on another site because they know what you like
Step Six: Change your phone number
Step Seven: Make a new e-mail address and use the old one for spam
Step Eight: Avoid spending a lot of time at your usual hangouts
Step Nine: If you see someone you’re avoiding, speak in an accent and pretend your name is Helga/Harold
Step Ten: You can’t disguise your car so occasionally take the bus or walk
For the Serious People…
Step Eleven: Change the way you walk
Step Twelve: Wear vibrant colors/wear dull colors
Step Thirteen: Choose different jewelry/wear none
Step Fourteen: Change all of your favorites
Step Fifteen: Redo your entire iPod
Step Sixteen: Volunteer/be a hermit
Step Seventeen: Read giant books/read picture books
Step Eighteen: Change your job
Step Nineteen: Move to a different state or country
Step Twenty: Better yet, just tell them to f-off
Well, I definitely had a weird week. My dog went from being sick to being perfectly fine, I decided to have a second birthday party but on a MMORPG(which I never considered doing before), I edited a chapter this morning(which is odd because it’s still the AM and I write then), and my father hasn’t texted me for ten days(extremely odd since he bothers me every other day at least). So far I seem to be doing pretty good. Now, this week isn’t completely over until it’s Monday so any weird event could occur between now and then. Hopefully nothing negative because so far it’s been nothing but positive(other than my dog being sick). I seriously need to work on Book Two now instead of fraternizing with editing Book One. I feel like going to the park today but I think I’ll hold it off until at least tomorrow morning while everyone’s at church. ;p I hope everyone has a good weekend and happy writing!
My dog hasn’t been doing well at all today and is back to hardly eating and crapping blood. My mom has had it with her but I’m determined to keep going if my dog is. She’s still not ready. If I wake up tomorrow morning and she died in her sleep, yes I’ll be devastated but I’ll know she passed on much easier than having to take her to the vet to be put down. My dog will be twelve in May. Hopefully she’ll see at least one more birthday…