As the blonde from Clueless might say "As if!"
It's all back the usual weekend routine.
Get Up.
Get Dressed.
Finish getting ready.
Dad comes home from jogging.
He gets ready.
Everyone else is ready by now or just about finished.
Dad asks where we're going for lunch.
Go to restaurant.
Eat.
Mom makes millions of little comments about how Dad doesn't love her.
Dad says "Oh Anita" and goes back to eating.
Lauren and I ignore it.
Sam doesn't know what's going on.
Then its back in the car.
And off to the movies.
OR.
We take mum and sam home.
Then dad, lauren and I hit the theatre.
Today I saw Pirates for the second time.
Dad hated it.
Lauren "ehhed" it.
Only I enjoyed it, or at least so it appears.
Go Home.
Dad makes his dinner.
I go to my room.
Mum and sam are doing whatever.
Lauren goes either to the basement or to her room.
Dad eats then retreats to the office.
Mum makes dinner for Lauren and Sam.
They eat and the they get ready for bed.
I make my way to the kitchen near 9.
Make dinner most likely of frozen vegetables and Orange juice.
Eat.
Go back upstairs.
Wait for sleep to overcome me.
I believe my days used to be more interesting in West Virginia.
Maybe when school starts, I'll have more to say.
As for now, I have yet to call Ashli.
I have yet to finish Anne Frank. (I'm really dragging this book out)
My room is a shit hole. I keep getting distracted.
I found a box of notes from between Amanda and I when we'd be in math class.
Those were interesting.
I threw them away because they only made me end up pissed off.
I found this little black book inside my suitcase. A diary no less.
With a note inside from Oma saying
"Quit Blogging"
That made me smile and I picked up the phone and began to dial. But before I finished I put it back down.
Lauren and I are only on a surface level of hospitality.
I really don't care anymore though.
I think that's one of my main faults.
I just give up on people.
Come to think of it, I've given up on a lot of people.
There's one for the surveys.
My biggest regrets.
Maybe not my biggest.
because the golden rule in this world is to look out for your friends, family but most of all yourself.
It's a "dog eat dog world" as they say.
And its only getting harder mates.
The way our parents grew up with a sense that they will have the opportunities, is gone.
You make your own luck.
That's the way I look at it at least.
You can pray all you want.
you can do all different kinds of things.
But in the end.
It's you.
If you let your fate rest in someone else's hands.
Well in my book, you're fucking screwed.
People are going to use you then leave you looking disgusting thrown to the side.
And yeah you might be able to stand back up and brush the rat pellets off your clothes.
Then again maybe you won't.
Maybe the mud and god knows what else will dry into your clothes and you'll never be able to recover.
But that's thinking negativly.
we don't want that.