Yesterday my dad and I got in a fight. Well, not really a fight. It was just him yelling at me for no reason really. Obviously, I'm ashamed of his driving. He screamed at me yesterday afternoon and is still mad at me to this exact second.
So yesterday someone pissed him off in my school's parking lot, and he followed them home. I was a little scared. He would go really fast and stop right before he crashed into the back of their car. It was really scary, so I didn't say anything while he was doing this. I just sat there and looked out the window. So, we followed this car for a good while before we went home.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah..." I kind of trailed off and turned to look at him.
He stared back at me, "You aren't talking much."
"Well, yeah." I looked at the car in front of us, we were still behind them. "I just don't see why you're mad at this guy." I said finally.
So he explained that this dude was flicking other people off in the school parking lot. Other people. Not us, other people.
"Oh." I said while dropping the subject. It was awkward to talk about, and I didn't know what else to say.
So we get home, and he doesn't get out of the car. Usually when we come home he comes inside to get something to eat. Well, not yesterday. He just sat there staring straight ahead. I got out of the car, and he peeled out of the driveway. I thought that was the end of it, but then he came back in the house.
"MELISSA!" he screamed for me.
I walk back down the stairs, "Yeah?" I reply.
This is where you insert cuss words and his long speech about me not having the right to be embarrassed with his driving. He also trie to threaten me with 'my car'. I had to laugh at this one.
First of all, he is threatening me with a car. His exact words, "You can forget about your car!"
My car?! No! Not my car, Daddy! I love my car! I can't live witho-
Oh wait, hah. I DON'T have one! I don't even have my permit! Try using a threat that would work. Example; my phone or computer. But my car? Dude, I'm not even 16 yet.
Second of all, he said that I don't have a right to be ashamed of him. Well, really I'm not ashamed. I just don't know what to do or say when he gets like this. It's not that I'm ashamed, but more so that I'm scared I guess. Anyways, he said that I don't have a right. Really? Because I'm pretty sure that everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Just because I can think for myself now doesn't mean that I'm wrong for thinking differently than you. That's what irks me. I'm not his five year old daughter anymore. I can think for myself, and I have my own thoughts about things. He can't make all my decisions for me, and I think he needs to realize that. I'm fifteen.
So, today when I was walking outside I was hoping that someone else was picking me up from school. Maybe my mom or sister, anyone but my dad. I checked my phone, and I noticed that I had a text message from my sister.
"YES!" I yelled. Her text said that she was picking me up today. Thank you, Baby Jesus.
I felt like saying 'You're welcome' to all the cars I passed. They wouldn't have to feel the wrath of my dad's awful road rage. Keeping the streets of Tennessee 'crazy-white-men' safe. You are welcome, people of Nashville.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Not cool.
I don't like him right now.
I don't want to be in this house.
Get me out of here, please and thanks.
I don't want to be in this house.
Get me out of here, please and thanks.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
School Days, sir. School Days.
Girls at my school all have pencil pouches. A lot of them are really cute, and I mean I wouldn't mind having one. I was actually really wanting one lately because a lot of girls pull theirs out and people will stop and compliment on them. I've been meaning to mention it to my mom, and maybe getting one.
Anyways, I found something better. Much better.
Today in class a girl near me pulled her purse on top of her desk and then proceeded to get her pencil pouch out. It was really cute, and I was a tad jealous. It was orange and had really cute designes on it. Anyways, as always, someone told her how cute it was.
"Awh thanks. I got it from Target." she said.
Once class really got started someone was asking around for a pencil. They came to that girl, "Hey, do you have an extra pencil?" she asked the Pencil Pouch Girl.
"Lemme check." she answered. She pulled out her adorable pencil pouch and rummaged around for a second. "No sorry." she gave her an apologetic smile.
The girl looking for a pencils turns to me, "Hey, do you have an extra pencil?" she asked.
I thought for a second then smiled, "Yeah, I think so." I replied.
I pulled my purse up on my desk and pulled out...
A crayon box. You know, the plastic ones that you have in like grade school. Anyways, I pull it out and get her a pencil.
She looks at me for a second, "A crayon box?"
I look down at it and back at her, "Yes." I reply. I have a huge grin on my face.
"Adorable." she says with the same smile.
I win, Pencil Pouch People. I win.
Anyways, I found something better. Much better.
Today in class a girl near me pulled her purse on top of her desk and then proceeded to get her pencil pouch out. It was really cute, and I was a tad jealous. It was orange and had really cute designes on it. Anyways, as always, someone told her how cute it was.
"Awh thanks. I got it from Target." she said.
Once class really got started someone was asking around for a pencil. They came to that girl, "Hey, do you have an extra pencil?" she asked the Pencil Pouch Girl.
"Lemme check." she answered. She pulled out her adorable pencil pouch and rummaged around for a second. "No sorry." she gave her an apologetic smile.
The girl looking for a pencils turns to me, "Hey, do you have an extra pencil?" she asked.
I thought for a second then smiled, "Yeah, I think so." I replied.
I pulled my purse up on my desk and pulled out...
A crayon box. You know, the plastic ones that you have in like grade school. Anyways, I pull it out and get her a pencil.
She looks at me for a second, "A crayon box?"
I look down at it and back at her, "Yes." I reply. I have a huge grin on my face.
"Adorable." she says with the same smile.
I win, Pencil Pouch People. I win.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Kit-kit-Kitty Kat
Today Marie, my sister, told me how our cats would be considered Persian Blues. She told me that she heard that these type of cats find 'their person' and that person is theirs forever. I thought that was really sweet, and then I look down and there Taz is. Sitting in my lap and purring his butt off. I smiled at him, "I'm Taz's." I said proudly.
She laughed at me and then she made a Twilight reference, "He impression.. no, printed.. no," she paused for a second.
I gave her a really odd look, "What?" I asked.
"IMPRINTED on you!" she said happily. "Like Jacob." she explained.
I nodded my head, "My lil werewolf." I cooed to Taz.
I don't think yall understand, but Taz is the cutest cat ever. If I had to pick a cat to 'imprint' on me, I'd pick him. He is so sweet. Whenever I'm on the computer he will crawl in my lap and just lay his head down on my arm. He is always in my room, sprawled across my bed. It's like he is my roommate. We share this bed, for the most part.
Taz always follows me around the house too, well, when he isn't sleeping. Sometimes when I get home from school he runs in front of me and like leads me to my room and meows.
Sometimes I picture that he's telling me about his day at home. Maybe about the bird that he almost killed today, or how he climbed a tree. So, when he leads me to my room he just jumps up on my bed and waits for me to put all my stuff down and then meows at me. I sit down and he attacks me with purring and nudging me to get me to pet him. Most. Adorable. Thing. Ever.
Enough about me and my lil werewolf (:
So, those of you who read my sister's blog, you know that Marie's husband has a Persian Blue too, Nala. Well, that's his cat. His kid, basically. And Marie wants a cat. She wants one to imprint on her, but she has had no such luck. She got Omi, but that didn't really work out for her. Omi is more independent, I think.
Well, while she was here, she kept telling the cats to come to her so she could pet them. Some would come to her, others wouldn't. She was kinda upset, "I just want to hug you!" she cried out.
Finally she put her hand out and then Jeepers rubbed her head against it, "Awh you wanna get pet?" Jeepers meowed, and that's when Marie grabbed her by her little collar. "Don't leave me!" Jeepers then freaked out and tried to run away. It didn't work because, well, Marie had her trapped. She just wants love..
She laughed at me and then she made a Twilight reference, "He impression.. no, printed.. no," she paused for a second.
I gave her a really odd look, "What?" I asked.
"IMPRINTED on you!" she said happily. "Like Jacob." she explained.
I nodded my head, "My lil werewolf." I cooed to Taz.
I don't think yall understand, but Taz is the cutest cat ever. If I had to pick a cat to 'imprint' on me, I'd pick him. He is so sweet. Whenever I'm on the computer he will crawl in my lap and just lay his head down on my arm. He is always in my room, sprawled across my bed. It's like he is my roommate. We share this bed, for the most part.
Taz always follows me around the house too, well, when he isn't sleeping. Sometimes when I get home from school he runs in front of me and like leads me to my room and meows.
Sometimes I picture that he's telling me about his day at home. Maybe about the bird that he almost killed today, or how he climbed a tree. So, when he leads me to my room he just jumps up on my bed and waits for me to put all my stuff down and then meows at me. I sit down and he attacks me with purring and nudging me to get me to pet him. Most. Adorable. Thing. Ever.
Enough about me and my lil werewolf (:
So, those of you who read my sister's blog, you know that Marie's husband has a Persian Blue too, Nala. Well, that's his cat. His kid, basically. And Marie wants a cat. She wants one to imprint on her, but she has had no such luck. She got Omi, but that didn't really work out for her. Omi is more independent, I think.
Well, while she was here, she kept telling the cats to come to her so she could pet them. Some would come to her, others wouldn't. She was kinda upset, "I just want to hug you!" she cried out.
Finally she put her hand out and then Jeepers rubbed her head against it, "Awh you wanna get pet?" Jeepers meowed, and that's when Marie grabbed her by her little collar. "Don't leave me!" Jeepers then freaked out and tried to run away. It didn't work because, well, Marie had her trapped. She just wants love..
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Whatchu said!
Today has been a good day so far. Hung out with G and played some tennis. I've still got it (:
Well, while we were playing tennis Chaz decided to play too. He knocked one of the balls out and over the fence, and I didn't see where it went. It was near the trees somewhere, and he promised that he would go get it in a little while. So we kept playing.
After a little while this old man comes up to us, tennis ball in hand. He is smiling, "Hey, I think you're a ball short." he said while tossing it over the fence.
I smiled at him, "Thanks."
"No problem, darling." he replied and walked away.
I love old people. They make me smile. I know sometimes it's awkward around them, but in general I love them. Older people are so cool to me.
They always have a story to tell or an opinion about something. I know sometimes they can be bitter, but they can have an attitude or be bitter, but they have a right. I mean, they are old! Give 'em a break people.
Anyways, I also started thinking about how he called me 'darling'.
I think that's the most adorable thing in the world. Old men still know what chivalry is. Holding doors open for us, pulling our chairs out, calling us beautiful and other sweet nicknames instead of sexy and hot.
I wish more people were like that. Respectful and considerate. I don't mean just to women, but just to eachother in general. Guys, be real men not some macho man. It's stupid. I think most girls would rather date a sweet guy rather than scum. Thank you very much.
Well, while we were playing tennis Chaz decided to play too. He knocked one of the balls out and over the fence, and I didn't see where it went. It was near the trees somewhere, and he promised that he would go get it in a little while. So we kept playing.
After a little while this old man comes up to us, tennis ball in hand. He is smiling, "Hey, I think you're a ball short." he said while tossing it over the fence.
I smiled at him, "Thanks."
"No problem, darling." he replied and walked away.
I love old people. They make me smile. I know sometimes it's awkward around them, but in general I love them. Older people are so cool to me.
They always have a story to tell or an opinion about something. I know sometimes they can be bitter, but they can have an attitude or be bitter, but they have a right. I mean, they are old! Give 'em a break people.
Anyways, I also started thinking about how he called me 'darling'.
I think that's the most adorable thing in the world. Old men still know what chivalry is. Holding doors open for us, pulling our chairs out, calling us beautiful and other sweet nicknames instead of sexy and hot.
I wish more people were like that. Respectful and considerate. I don't mean just to women, but just to eachother in general. Guys, be real men not some macho man. It's stupid. I think most girls would rather date a sweet guy rather than scum. Thank you very much.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Fancy that
Facebook is taking over. It's so obvious. I hardly get on Myspace, and when I do it's to listen to music or something like that. Facebook really takes care of my 'talking' needs. I've realized that Facebook is more for the 'older kids'. I'm sure that a lot of middle schoolers and some Freshmen still think that Myspace is cool, but they too will conform and become a Facebooker. Just a matter of time. But there are a couple things that I don't like about Facebook.
One: Changes
Why must Facebook change so much? Right when people are getting a hang of the new Facebook. It's like 'oh, I finally understand... wait, a NEW update?! Everything is gonna change.. again?!" Yeah. Thanks Facebook for keeping us on our toes.
Two: Creepers
Facebook is a little too open. You can see everything about one person. I swear, at the rate Facebook will just have little cameras following you around that rec. everything you say and do. How about that, Facebook, you like that? Stalkerbook...
Three: Farmville
I hate it, so much. If i get one more request about Farmville, or some gift from some random person I don't know I'll throw my computer out the window. It's so annoying.
Speaking of Farmville, today Marshall was trying to get me to play.
"Come on Melissa. It's actually really fun." he smiled really big.
I shook my head, "No way, man. Farmville is so.. lame." I stated simply.
His face looked shocked, "Lame? Farmville? Naahh!"
I laughed, "Farmville? Lame? Known fact."
"But, in Farmville you get to make money! And you can grow things and stuff. It's a lot of fun, and very addicting." he tried to convince me.
"Sorry, but I don't want to waste all my time on the computer 'farming' " I used my fingers as air quotations.
"Plleeeaaseee! At least try it. You could be my neighbor! I could like," he paused, "fertilize your eggs and stuff." he begged.
I looked at him for a second, did he really just say what I think he said? His face looked innocent, he obviously didn't realize what he had just said. I began to laugh. Hard.
"What? What did I sa-" Then, realization spread across his face. His eyes getting wide, and his cheeks began to turn pink. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry Melissa. I- I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry!" his face looked alarmed.
I sat there laughing, and tried to tell him to calm down. "Marshall, it's cool. I know you didn't mean it like... that." He blushed at my words and I laughed some more. "Don't sweat it." I said finally.
Things I really like:
Water
Hoodies
Button down shirts
French
Where the Wild Things Are
Books
Pita chips
Hummus
French
Carlos
Doodling
Mustangs
Hats
Did I mention.. French?
FRENCH
I want to learn this language so bad. I think that it's the sexiest language on the face of this planet. I just really enjoy it. It's beautiful,
One: Changes
Why must Facebook change so much? Right when people are getting a hang of the new Facebook. It's like 'oh, I finally understand... wait, a NEW update?! Everything is gonna change.. again?!" Yeah. Thanks Facebook for keeping us on our toes.
Two: Creepers
Facebook is a little too open. You can see everything about one person. I swear, at the rate Facebook will just have little cameras following you around that rec. everything you say and do. How about that, Facebook, you like that? Stalkerbook...
Three: Farmville
I hate it, so much. If i get one more request about Farmville, or some gift from some random person I don't know I'll throw my computer out the window. It's so annoying.
Speaking of Farmville, today Marshall was trying to get me to play.
"Come on Melissa. It's actually really fun." he smiled really big.
I shook my head, "No way, man. Farmville is so.. lame." I stated simply.
His face looked shocked, "Lame? Farmville? Naahh!"
I laughed, "Farmville? Lame? Known fact."
"But, in Farmville you get to make money! And you can grow things and stuff. It's a lot of fun, and very addicting." he tried to convince me.
"Sorry, but I don't want to waste all my time on the computer 'farming' " I used my fingers as air quotations.
"Plleeeaaseee! At least try it. You could be my neighbor! I could like," he paused, "fertilize your eggs and stuff." he begged.
I looked at him for a second, did he really just say what I think he said? His face looked innocent, he obviously didn't realize what he had just said. I began to laugh. Hard.
"What? What did I sa-" Then, realization spread across his face. His eyes getting wide, and his cheeks began to turn pink. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry Melissa. I- I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry!" his face looked alarmed.
I sat there laughing, and tried to tell him to calm down. "Marshall, it's cool. I know you didn't mean it like... that." He blushed at my words and I laughed some more. "Don't sweat it." I said finally.
Things I really like:
Water
Hoodies
Button down shirts
French
Where the Wild Things Are
Books
Pita chips
Hummus
French
Carlos
Doodling
Mustangs
Hats
Did I mention.. French?
FRENCH
I want to learn this language so bad. I think that it's the sexiest language on the face of this planet. I just really enjoy it. It's beautiful,
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
True Story
Last Friday I went to the movies with a lot of friends, and it was really fun. We went to see Where the Wild Things Are. It was kind of weird at first. The kid was really mean and loud, and I was just really upset with that. I hate when kids are like that.
Anyways, the kid, Max, was making up a story because his mom asked him to. It was about a beast or something that had vampire teeth, but then all the other vampire beasts broke his teeth. He was sad because he couldn't grow new ones. Those were his big vampire teeth. All the other vampire beasts left him because he wasn't like them anymore.
I thought that was a very sad part of the movie, but Zach leans over and whispers
"Vampire teeth don't break. Fact of life." I looked over at him, and his face was serious. Then I thought about it...
"That's so true.." I whispered back.
He nodded while leaning back in his seat, "Fact of life." he said again.
Made my night.
Anyways, Where the Wild Things Are is a cute movie.
My favorite quote was "I'll eat you up, I love you so."
It's so cute. Me and Mara say it to eachother every night now. I know, we are lame, but still.
Well, that weekend I spent it all with Mara. Best. Weekend. Ever.
I have to say that it was time well spent with her. I really do love this girl.
Anyways. That weekend was just an all around good one.
And today was a pretty good day at school. Marie picked me up and we got McDonalds after school. I love my sister (:
Anyways, the kid, Max, was making up a story because his mom asked him to. It was about a beast or something that had vampire teeth, but then all the other vampire beasts broke his teeth. He was sad because he couldn't grow new ones. Those were his big vampire teeth. All the other vampire beasts left him because he wasn't like them anymore.
I thought that was a very sad part of the movie, but Zach leans over and whispers
"Vampire teeth don't break. Fact of life." I looked over at him, and his face was serious. Then I thought about it...
"That's so true.." I whispered back.
He nodded while leaning back in his seat, "Fact of life." he said again.
Made my night.
Anyways, Where the Wild Things Are is a cute movie.
My favorite quote was "I'll eat you up, I love you so."
It's so cute. Me and Mara say it to eachother every night now. I know, we are lame, but still.
Well, that weekend I spent it all with Mara. Best. Weekend. Ever.
I have to say that it was time well spent with her. I really do love this girl.
Anyways. That weekend was just an all around good one.
And today was a pretty good day at school. Marie picked me up and we got McDonalds after school. I love my sister (:
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