I Need Change

This blog will slowly die off. I forgot about it for a while.

I don’t really have any updates on shit…

I’m still alive and that’s all that matters right? And I need to change the background and stuff, I need change.

That reminds me, I need a different haircut. I need change. I’m tired of this hair, this life… I don’t know, maybe I’ll just dye it a different color.

By the way, I saw a shooting star the other day and Sexy Candy Panda wants to know my wish. Well, I wished for a second ice age. Think about it.

Do you think Skonecki ever looks at these blogs to see if we’re still updating them?

-Amy

 

Hold On, Guys…

I need to fucking move to my dad’s house. I can’t take it anymore. The only thing standing in my way is my mom. She sure likes that child support.

Trust me, I don’t need anymore drama. So stop creating it. This is summer, not the beginning of middle school.

I’m seriously blogging because I have nothing better to do. I can’t ride my bike or do anything productive, and it sucks more than you think. But need to start saying interesting stuff again…

Oh, a few days ago there was a bug on my wall so I sprayed it once with poison and watched it slowly die. I am so evil.

Also, I haven’t been myself these past two weeks. I have no clue what’s up with me, so don’t ask. Hopefully I’ll be back to my old self again. I’m a little stressed right now, bare with me.

– Amy

P.S. Gilbert’s ghost is haunting me. I can feel it crawling on my face at night and when I wake up there’s nothing there. I hope you’re happy, Maddie.

 

 

Problem Free Philosophy

Our family seriously attracts trouble. I don’t understand it.

I don’t care if your 21 and fresh out of the Marines, if you mess with my family, I’ll kick your ass and cut off your pubes.

If you have any.

Now that we have that out of the way, I figured out how much I over think shit. I was looking at the stars a few nights ago thinking, “I find it amazing that the star I see right now, is no longer there. One day we’ll look up and wonder where the star went, when in reality, that star burnt up a long time ago, and only now are we seeing the light slowly fade away…

See, philosophy in everyday things.

Hakuna Matata.

Penis.

– Amy

 

Screw Up Again, Why Don’t You?

I was right. Everything was going to fall apart right after school let out. Who knew I would be the one to destroy it.

I miss a lot of people. I won’t be able to see half those people again, unfortunatly.

Doesn’t everyone just feel like a screw up sometimes? Like when everything seems to go wrong at the same time? It sucks, and then everyone gets in a pissy mood, which makes it suck that much more.

Hopefully Perry will be able to cheer me up today.

Hopefully Emily and I can hang out soon so we don’t have sister withdrawls.

Hopefully everything will go back to how used to be.

But chances are it wont.

– Amy

Disappointment?

It’s been years since I’ve seen my Grandma and Grandpa Eastman. I don’t even remember what they look like.

My mom stopped taking us to see them because she owed them too much money and would always get into arguments with them. I’m going with Jason to see them tomorrow. (He took it upon himself to contact them and make plans)

Seriously, do you think they’ll be disappointed with who Lori’s kids have become?

I think I’m paranoid or something. I’m so insecure and clingy and jealous… Whats wrong with me? That shit ruins friendships, yet I cant help it.

I can’t even figure myself out. Sadness.

– Amy

Respect The Freshie!

I feel like walking around school saying “Respect the freshie!”, but I’m BARELY a freshman.

Barely.

I didn’t get to say goodbye to a lot of people because my stepdad got mad at me and dragged me out of the gym. Stupid parents.

I also realized that I still have the picture of Mr. Skonecki, Jason, and Mrs. Lew on my camera. It’s been two years. Wooooooow.

Anyway, I shall keep blogging so you guys know I didn’t die.

Dork. *insider*

Graduation

I’m not going to graduation… maybe I’ll come just to see you guys, but I won’t participate in the ceremony thing. I just can’t. I’m not wearing a dress. I have my reasons. I don’t even have a dress, thanks to my mother.

And I’ll keep blogging. There are too many unfinished stories… With my luck, something interesting will happen.

Like in a bad way.

If I miss a blog post one week, assume I died.

Also, I like how the projector is still not on the ceiling.