Updates, Canada, losing parent
Alex,
Once again I want to try to keep a continuous journal of my life. I'll do my best, I guess.
I have sooo much to write in here to make up for the lost time between my last post and this one. I feel overwhelmed by the task, actually.
The last time I posted was about a year ago. Hm..well a lot has happened.
I moved to the Grandview, which can be described as a real life Hotel California. This place is nuts, and eventually I will have to get my ass out of thisplace because of its effects. Since I've moved here I basically can say I started doing drugs (Not that I wouldn't have started if I didn't move here, and by "drugs" I mean marijuana and the like.) I wish there was a better term for it because anybody out of this life totally and completely looks at "starting doing drugs" as a total and complete negative sentence, when yeah bad drugs are bad, and good drugs are not necessarily a good idea, and are certainly not for everyone, but I by no means have changed my life goals or have had a negative changes. The only reason it is negative is because of society's stigma on drugs and propaganda shoved on school kids. I will think for myself thank you, and I will not do the bad drugs. Everything is basically the same, and if you want proof that I am not just saying all that to make myself feel better and that it truely isn't hindering my future and goals, then I would say that not only have I picked crocheting back up and have totally improved and started creating my own patterns, but I am able to sell my items! For me that's a dream come true. Technically I've only sold one (for $16) because I always seem to just give them away, but honestly that was all I needed to feel good about it and be inspried. And I am starting a website that wont be up for a while, but nonetheless it on its way. And I am going to go to college in January, and I have an absolutely amazing job, and I am happy for once in my life. AND most importantly, I got in a community group and I go to church on my own now. I need to practice footbagging more, but I plan on starting a club at school after a while. And to give an example of a positive side effect of drugs, I have stop drinking and lost interest in it competely, and I can't see myself ever picking it back up, but I am pretty sure that I will stop drugs totally and completely one day. I say pretty sure because I have no idea what the future holds, which is vague enough for you to figure out why I even mention it.
Other than the basics like that, Chelsea and I have become best friends, along with Robbie, our little trio. We throw parties once in a while, and we're making friends left and right. Oh and also, I shaved my head... (which deserves it's own entry that I will probably never get around to but there are pictures of it on my myspace) . I think that will cover the past for now.
As of lately. I want to tell you about my trip to Canada.
So Joe (friend I met thru Ak) invited me to go to Canada with him and his brother(James) and cousin(Chad), so of course I accepted!
Joe's parents wanted Joe to get James out for his 19th birthday, so we drove on up to Vancouver and had a blast. We stayed at a very nice Holiday Inn (which his parents paid for - gas too!) and ate at a Japanese place for dinner, and drank Sapporo (I actually liked it. :P) and Sake (which I also liked, but better than the Sapporo), and ate Sushi. Then we went to go find a bar to drink in, since the drinking age in Canada is 19, and walked around for an hour or so with no bar that we were really into, but we did wander into Gastown (I think that what its called) and somehow into a somewhat shady part of town, where a lady asked us if were we lost and later a guy started to walk along side me and told Joe than he had a "fine bitch" and then when we continued walking away he proceeded to ask me why I wear a headband if I don't have any hair. Which cracks my up because it reminds me of the Veggie Tales song "Hairbrush" and the line, "Why do you need a hairbrush you don't have any hair?!" So of course in my head I hear the same song but these lyrics, "Why do you wear a headband you don't have any hair!?" Oh, good times. Anyways we walked around trying to find some herb by mumbling "herb" or "ganja" at people for a couple hours. We never did find any, but a very country confused (the guy looked of hispanic/latino decent, spoke a little engish but mostly french and spanish, but I think he was from Quebec) guy totally smoked us out ON THE SIDEWALK! Right next to a bar, TONS of people around. It was really cool, I have to say, and I would also say that it was a very Vancouver experience. Anyways earlier (before we went to find herb, Chad and James went into a club which we did not follow them into because the cover was $10 and we thought that was steep. Eventually we found a bar or two and ate some pizza, talked to the pizza guy about Canadian politics in which I heard the best political answer ever, "Politics are a dirty thing." Of course he said more, but its irrelevant. I paid for my pizza with a five, expecting to get American dollars back, but of course I was given I think what he called a twooney or something, considering he had a completely different accent that was all I could make out of the word he told me that it was. Which is frustrating on one hand two now have my $2 change in a currency that I don't want, but on the other, now I have some canadian money for my collection!! :) Anyways, so then we went back to the hotel and crashed. The whole trip costed me roughly $40-50!!! Thank you so much Joe for everything and you too Poppy!!!
Oh and I just talked to my mom on the phone about the whole trip, but of course she has to go and make me feel guilty or bad because of the worldy nature of the adventure and how it's a terrible lifestyle. In her defense I don't think she's trying to make me feel bad or guilty, but I am totally that person that does anyways, and I FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY accepted that my mother is no longer my best friend. I can't tell her anything anymore, I hide almost everything from her, and any conversation with her is either akward because we didn't talk about God and now I feel guilty and she has to make sure I learn a lesson, or we straight up talk about God and how he's in our lives.
I'm too much of broken girl, too much of a hoodlum. I don't want to talk to my mom anymore. That makes me so sad. I hate being torn all the time.
Once again I want to try to keep a continuous journal of my life. I'll do my best, I guess.
I have sooo much to write in here to make up for the lost time between my last post and this one. I feel overwhelmed by the task, actually.
The last time I posted was about a year ago. Hm..well a lot has happened.
I moved to the Grandview, which can be described as a real life Hotel California. This place is nuts, and eventually I will have to get my ass out of thisplace because of its effects. Since I've moved here I basically can say I started doing drugs (Not that I wouldn't have started if I didn't move here, and by "drugs" I mean marijuana and the like.) I wish there was a better term for it because anybody out of this life totally and completely looks at "starting doing drugs" as a total and complete negative sentence, when yeah bad drugs are bad, and good drugs are not necessarily a good idea, and are certainly not for everyone, but I by no means have changed my life goals or have had a negative changes. The only reason it is negative is because of society's stigma on drugs and propaganda shoved on school kids. I will think for myself thank you, and I will not do the bad drugs. Everything is basically the same, and if you want proof that I am not just saying all that to make myself feel better and that it truely isn't hindering my future and goals, then I would say that not only have I picked crocheting back up and have totally improved and started creating my own patterns, but I am able to sell my items! For me that's a dream come true. Technically I've only sold one (for $16) because I always seem to just give them away, but honestly that was all I needed to feel good about it and be inspried. And I am starting a website that wont be up for a while, but nonetheless it on its way. And I am going to go to college in January, and I have an absolutely amazing job, and I am happy for once in my life. AND most importantly, I got in a community group and I go to church on my own now. I need to practice footbagging more, but I plan on starting a club at school after a while. And to give an example of a positive side effect of drugs, I have stop drinking and lost interest in it competely, and I can't see myself ever picking it back up, but I am pretty sure that I will stop drugs totally and completely one day. I say pretty sure because I have no idea what the future holds, which is vague enough for you to figure out why I even mention it.
Other than the basics like that, Chelsea and I have become best friends, along with Robbie, our little trio. We throw parties once in a while, and we're making friends left and right. Oh and also, I shaved my head... (which deserves it's own entry that I will probably never get around to but there are pictures of it on my myspace) . I think that will cover the past for now.
As of lately. I want to tell you about my trip to Canada.
So Joe (friend I met thru Ak) invited me to go to Canada with him and his brother(James) and cousin(Chad), so of course I accepted!
Joe's parents wanted Joe to get James out for his 19th birthday, so we drove on up to Vancouver and had a blast. We stayed at a very nice Holiday Inn (which his parents paid for - gas too!) and ate at a Japanese place for dinner, and drank Sapporo (I actually liked it. :P) and Sake (which I also liked, but better than the Sapporo), and ate Sushi. Then we went to go find a bar to drink in, since the drinking age in Canada is 19, and walked around for an hour or so with no bar that we were really into, but we did wander into Gastown (I think that what its called) and somehow into a somewhat shady part of town, where a lady asked us if were we lost and later a guy started to walk along side me and told Joe than he had a "fine bitch" and then when we continued walking away he proceeded to ask me why I wear a headband if I don't have any hair. Which cracks my up because it reminds me of the Veggie Tales song "Hairbrush" and the line, "Why do you need a hairbrush you don't have any hair?!" So of course in my head I hear the same song but these lyrics, "Why do you wear a headband you don't have any hair!?" Oh, good times. Anyways we walked around trying to find some herb by mumbling "herb" or "ganja" at people for a couple hours. We never did find any, but a very country confused (the guy looked of hispanic/latino decent, spoke a little engish but mostly french and spanish, but I think he was from Quebec) guy totally smoked us out ON THE SIDEWALK! Right next to a bar, TONS of people around. It was really cool, I have to say, and I would also say that it was a very Vancouver experience. Anyways earlier (before we went to find herb, Chad and James went into a club which we did not follow them into because the cover was $10 and we thought that was steep. Eventually we found a bar or two and ate some pizza, talked to the pizza guy about Canadian politics in which I heard the best political answer ever, "Politics are a dirty thing." Of course he said more, but its irrelevant. I paid for my pizza with a five, expecting to get American dollars back, but of course I was given I think what he called a twooney or something, considering he had a completely different accent that was all I could make out of the word he told me that it was. Which is frustrating on one hand two now have my $2 change in a currency that I don't want, but on the other, now I have some canadian money for my collection!! :) Anyways, so then we went back to the hotel and crashed. The whole trip costed me roughly $40-50!!! Thank you so much Joe for everything and you too Poppy!!!
Oh and I just talked to my mom on the phone about the whole trip, but of course she has to go and make me feel guilty or bad because of the worldy nature of the adventure and how it's a terrible lifestyle. In her defense I don't think she's trying to make me feel bad or guilty, but I am totally that person that does anyways, and I FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY accepted that my mother is no longer my best friend. I can't tell her anything anymore, I hide almost everything from her, and any conversation with her is either akward because we didn't talk about God and now I feel guilty and she has to make sure I learn a lesson, or we straight up talk about God and how he's in our lives.
I'm too much of broken girl, too much of a hoodlum. I don't want to talk to my mom anymore. That makes me so sad. I hate being torn all the time.