This blog, dear God, makes me so sad I can hardly breathe.

Just looking at his picture above my posts makes me cringe. I miss him so much I can't breathe.

The old posts make me think of days when I was happy, creative, and open. I'm too closed up now.

I want to be John Lennon. I want to love like John Lennon loved.

Boo Boo's

Don't call me stupid for this, my mom has already called me stupid enough.

Yesterday afternoon my friend Chelsea came over to hang out for a little while. We didn't really know what to do so we went outside with my little sister to ride those "Xtreme!" scooters I mentioned in my last blog. After we got bored of that we found this toolbox with wheels sort of thing that my great grandmother used to garden. It was kind of like a wagon, so me and Chelsea decided that we would BOTH ride on it, and we did. The first few times were great. I closelined off of a stop sign beside the road, and watched Chelsea hit the curb and do a superman into the air. The last time we got on the wagon we started again from the very top, but I guess we didn't realize how fast we were going and we sort of lost control. I was thrown off the back and when that happened I managed to pull Chelsea with me. I'm guessing I was drug a little ways down the road. At first I was laughing but a couple hours later the pain really set in. The picture above is of my right leg, but that's nothing. My elbow is worse, and the whole top of my right foot is skinned off, and infected. It's disgusting and unbelieveably painful. The funny part of this whole thing is, even with Chelsea being on the front she only got one small scratch. She actually landed on me. No pain, no game. I wouldn't take it back for anything, and i'm going to have some sick scars. :]!

The Adventures of Brittany Watkins and Me!



First let me start off by saying:
Come're son! That ladies tryin to do her job!
Who are you!?
You guys better recognize what the fuck's going on here.



This entry takes place over the course of a whole weekend. Yes, a whole one. First things first, Ihop. Good ole' Ihop. This was our eating place for two days in a row, of which we both realized just how magical the place really is. Our waitress was like a god, she brought us free coffee syrup that made our coffee taste like vanilla and chocolate (yumm), free apples and caramel, and sat down with us on her break where she then proceeded to tell us about our last waiter there (How he wasn't really gay) and that she had worked at almost every restaurant in hickory (Texas Roadhouse being that best.) Needles to say both times we ate there we tipped her 9 dollars, which for a waiter at Ihop must be a fortune. Not only was our waitress amazing, but so was the over-weight hillbilly family eating behind us. The big man (father) with a grease stains on his shirt kept telling his little rascal things like "Eliza get off'at table son!" and "We ain't ready to go yet, set back down boy" (You have to take into account the accent he had, it wasn't normal, overly redneck I must say.) Before the family left the little boy (Eliza) walked out in front of one of the cleaning crew ladies. The big man yelled out "COME'ER SON AT LADIES TRYIN TO DO HER JOB!", which hearing him say that in his slurred accent was like inviting Dane Cook over for dinner, hilarious and awkward.
After Ihop we went to see that movie "UP" in 3d, which was "nearly amazing" as my little sister would say. It was cute and that big bird "Kevin" made me giggle. Which everyone likes to giggle! We then went to buy band-aids for my little sister who face planted on one of those "XTREME" scooters and went to pick up Chelsea for "ice cream".
We finally got home where I made Brittany give me a back massage (which even though she might not admit actually loved.) because my back is all retarded and hurts all the time. We both got tired of that massage shit quickly, so we decided we'd go sit on my patio which smells like dog poop and puppy breath. We brought my iPod dock out there and plugged it up in an outside outlet that has to be at least 90 years old. There were puddles from the rain that day in my jagged concrete, so behind my brick wall we in them danced to Metric and Feist. I guess it was that moment dancing underneath a blank sky with my best friend that made me realize that everything is, and always will be, okay. I shouldn't worry as much as I do. It takes away from all the fun things in my life like big hillbillys and iPod docks. I've decided to try to be less stressed (As if that should be a problem at 15 anyway)

That's my story, and if you read it all come by my house and I'll give you a chocolate chip muffin.

So, Brittany Watkins really got me into this blogging shit. I guess it's it's like that "Online Journal" thing that everyone used to have back in middle school, except not. She seems to put so much time in hers that it must be a decent thing to do, so I figured I'd start one too and, PEEK-A-BOO HERE I AM.