I feel like I can't truly write what I want to write here, because I know people are reading it. It doesn't bother me that generally people are reading, but that I know the actual people who read it. Christina, Nathan, anybody who happens to know me can search for my journal and read it. I don't like that, because then I begin to think of nicer ( Read more... )

It's Olivia's birthday today.. hurray! Maybe I'm wrong in thinking this, but shouldn't she have some sort of punishment? I mean, not only for last weekend, but for the making out with an 18 year old girl, making out with some guy she just barely met at IGA, making out with Matt and Robbie, smoking multiple times with multiple people, and she's ( Read more... )

The past couple of days, my family has had a booth at Summer Fest. The booth next to us sells little glass figurines, like elephant and dogs, ballerina and piano's, ships and turtles. Not only do they sell them, but the man makes them, right there in his booth, using only a blow torch, a pair of Digidium glasses and the sticks of glass. I find the ( Read more... )

There is a reason that I haven't been writing in here lately; I've been too depressed, too hurt to take the time to do so. I guess I should start from the beginning, eh? Okay, well, the begin is Wednesday, the 21st. On Wednesday, I knew that Christina was going to go with another one of her internet boyfriends to the Drive-in, and I was getting so ( Read more... )

After I wrote that last bit, I promised myself that the change would happen right then. Well, every one who is smart understands that change takes time, I know that, but I wanted a change in my attitude; a change in my day. Of course I changed my attitude, for the better, but Satan knows me, like I learned at camp, and he knew exactly what to do to ( Read more... )

Today is just not my day... I break two of Grandma's glasses, mess up Christina's iced mocha latte thing, lead Andrew on and then drop him like a ten point bag of potatoes, and break the promises I've meade to myself and God. And I'm two hundred and fifteen pounds. Why, oh why, do I have to go through day's like this? I've had just about enough of ( Read more... )

Last night Grandpa got me and asked me to come watch something with him. So I obliged, not knowing that he was going to have me watch something about "The Mormons" and their alleged "polygamous acts". Now, don't get me wrong, I love grandpa, but him trying to feed me anti-mormon things, just because a few cracked-pot jokers think incest and ( Read more... )

Andrew's going away and I'm sad, because he's really helped me through the things I'm going through... I'll miss him, but he said he'll write to me and tell me about the experiences that he'll have, and it's sure he will have some awesome experiences as a missionary. I'm way excited for him, but still kind of sad he won't be on line every time I ( Read more... )

A blot on a clear sheet of paper ( Read more... )

I know that being the Laurel class president means I have an increase in responsibility, and I readily accept those additional responsibilities, but there are some forces in my life in which I have no control over, and some of these forces have been working against me. I have a father who makes and brakes promises, and in doing so makes hope and ( Read more... )