Sunday, October 28, 2007
11:02 Laser Tag
Its pretty late in October, and the last time I posed was early September. I don't think I can even remember all the things that have happened since then. Hope I don't forget anything too important.
We went to see RJ's play again, this time performed at Temple. Two other plays went one, one was pretty boring, the other was really awesome. My dad went to the hospital because of his sweats. So far mom has spent three weekends in far of places. She won't be around for my birthday. Dad has refused to go with her to any of them, because he doesn't trust me. Doug now comes down about three times a month. I'd like to say this hasn't made it harder. But I can't say that. Its way harder. So, that's been my last two months.
This weekend deserves it's own paragraph. Friday the gang went to pizza at Garrett's, then we met up with everyone else we know to play laser tag. Team Sam and Team Rachel tied, but we totally should have won. The group split up and most of us went back to Garrett's. I drove Marcel back, and we stopped at the 7-eleven to get Bawls. In total we got four. The cashier got us feeling awkward, talking about how we should pay together, because it will create more love for Marcel and I. It was, uh, odd. The next day I drove over to Market East to pick up Doug, we were driving back to my place when the accident occurred. My side mirror got knocked off, we spent about an hour talking to the police and exchanging insurance, it was quite scary. After that whole ordeal was over, we were pulling into a parking spot, when my dad calls, he needs to go to the hospital. I get him there, and he gets a band-aide. Eventually we get home and get to eat before Doug and I go to homecoming. I'm really glad it was so uneventful.
This morning has been nice and boring. Doug got on his train mostly alright, he did leave his umbrella and iPod at my house though. Today's plan is simple, homework and sleeping.
So, next Friday is my 18th birthday. And, well, I don't want to be 18. I'm not ready to be considered an adult. Not yet.
We went to see RJ's play again, this time performed at Temple. Two other plays went one, one was pretty boring, the other was really awesome. My dad went to the hospital because of his sweats. So far mom has spent three weekends in far of places. She won't be around for my birthday. Dad has refused to go with her to any of them, because he doesn't trust me. Doug now comes down about three times a month. I'd like to say this hasn't made it harder. But I can't say that. Its way harder. So, that's been my last two months.
This weekend deserves it's own paragraph. Friday the gang went to pizza at Garrett's, then we met up with everyone else we know to play laser tag. Team Sam and Team Rachel tied, but we totally should have won. The group split up and most of us went back to Garrett's. I drove Marcel back, and we stopped at the 7-eleven to get Bawls. In total we got four. The cashier got us feeling awkward, talking about how we should pay together, because it will create more love for Marcel and I. It was, uh, odd. The next day I drove over to Market East to pick up Doug, we were driving back to my place when the accident occurred. My side mirror got knocked off, we spent about an hour talking to the police and exchanging insurance, it was quite scary. After that whole ordeal was over, we were pulling into a parking spot, when my dad calls, he needs to go to the hospital. I get him there, and he gets a band-aide. Eventually we get home and get to eat before Doug and I go to homecoming. I'm really glad it was so uneventful.
This morning has been nice and boring. Doug got on his train mostly alright, he did leave his umbrella and iPod at my house though. Today's plan is simple, homework and sleeping.
So, next Friday is my 18th birthday. And, well, I don't want to be 18. I'm not ready to be considered an adult. Not yet.
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