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February 15, 2009.

I woke up around 11:30 AM. I was so tired and I didn't want to wake up, but I didn't want to waste they day away by sleeping, so I got out of bed and started my day.

I was surfing the net when I heard my Mom yell, "Hi!" to someone and at first, I thought she was saying hi to Jordan, but when I turned around, who did I see? Tim. He came over to see Chloe. He said that it hurts when he tries to get into his truck, but when he is sitting in his truck, it doesn't hurt him too much. I'm happy to see that he was doing better and I was happy to see him dressed and walking around, instead of seeing him in his pajamas and laying on the couch. He showed us his stitches and they are disgusting looking. His belly is still swollen, which makes him look like he is pregnant.

My Grandma called my Mom and said that she was going to call my Aunt Melodie (Jordan's Mom) and tell her that he was staying with us. My Aunt Melodie left Jordan and his brothers about 10 years ago and ever since, she acts like she doesn't give a shit about them. My Aunt Melodie called our house and her and Jordan talked for about a hour or so. He didn't tell us what they talked about, but I heard a couple minutes of their conversation and Jordan seemed like he was happy to talk to her, but it makes me so sad to know that my Aunt Melodie doesn't care too much to talk to him, or his brothers. My family has tried multiple times to try and talk her into seeing her sons and moving closer to them, but she always said no and she always gave us a excuse, and after years and years of wondering, "Why doesn't she want to see her sons?", I finally realized that maybe we should stop bothering her. She has told us that she doesn't want to be bothered, but we never listen to her. Maybe it's best for her sons to not have a mother, than have a mother who doesn't want them.

A 26 year old guy was found dead in a pond at the golf course near my house. I used to live in Victorville (which is considered the ghetto) and my parents wanted to move out of Victorville because they were scared that one of us children would be murdered and now, we live in a small town, in the middle of nowhere, but every year that we have lived here, there has been a murder.

A couple days ago, Emily told me that she didn't have school on Monday and therefore, she would be able to stay up with me tonight and we could chat. I was so excited to hear this and I could not wait for the sun to set and for Emily to log online. We talked for about 20 minutes and she told me that she had to wake up early tomorrow because she was going to the beach with her friend. She didn't know whether or not she should stay with me or she should leave, but she told me she was tired and I told her to leave. I don't care that she left and I don't care that she is going to the beach (because I know someone will twist my words around and start bitching at me), but I do care that she let me get excited over nothing.

This is my last post on this Live Journal account. I'm going to be making a new Live Journal account tomorrow (as in 2 hours). It's been a nice ride, buddy. So long.

Happy Birthday, Ashlee!

Dear Ashlee,

Happy Fourteenth Birthday! I hope you have the best birthday because you deserve nothing, but the best.

You are the most amazing person I have ever met in my entire life. You were one of the first people I talked to when I joined the boards about 9 months ago and though I was a newbie, you treated me with nothing, but respect. You and I started to talk once in awhile, asked eachother how our days were, but as the months passed and I joined Live Journal, we talked more and more and we got to know eachother better. You have always been there for me, to listen to me rant about my family or the bad day I was having, and you always knew exactly what to say to me to make me feel better about my life. You have always made me beautiful icons, signatures and etc. I will ask you to make me a icon and you always make me the most beautiful icons. I will log onto Live Journal and you will surprise me with beautiful icons or signatures that you made for me and I can't begin to explain how happy it makes me to see that you thought of me and made me something. I can never thank you enough for all the things that you have done for me. You have let me into your life and you have been able to talk to me about what's going on with your home life or your school life and though, I may not always be able to give you the best advice, I will always be here to listen to you and I will always try my best to make you happier.
I consider you one of my best friends and I hope that one day, I can meet you, face to face, and we can have a better relationship than we have now.

I love you, Ashlee. <3

Love Always,

PS: I'm going to make you something a little later and post it on this blog.

Birthday - Beatles

February 14, 2009.

I woke up around 11:30 AM and I was in such a good mood. I love Valentines Day and every year, the holiday always puts me in a good mood. My Dad gave me a heart filled with M&M's, a San Manuel blanket, a shower cap, shampoo, conditionar and a bottle of lotion. My Mom gave me a Pirates Of The Caribbean card and a heart filled with Hershey's Kisses. Serenity gave be a Little Mermaid card with a Little Mermaid tattoo, a Reese's Peanut Butter Heart, a Hershey's Marshmellow Heart, and two lollipops.

Tim couldn't leave the house to buy a Valentines Day present for Krista and he had Amy buy her a present. Amy, being the cheap ass she is, bought Krista a bunch of presents at the 99 cent store, but Tim didn't like the presents and he called her this morning to ask her to go to Target, which is about a 25 minute drive, and buy her a boquet of flowers and a candle. Amy asked Jordan and I to tag along and we tagged along with her and Serenity. We drove to Stater Bros to buy Krista's flowers and then, we drove to Target to buy Krista a candle. We pulled up to Tim's apartment and to our suprise, he was standing outside, looking around in his truck. Tim is walking a whole lot better, now, and he isn't in as much pain as he used to be. He showed us his stitches and they were disgusting looking. He was happy to announce that he was able to take a dump this morning for the first time in five days. We stayed at Tim's for about 30 minutes and then, Amy took us out to lunch at McDonald's.

I called my Grandma when I got home and I asked her how her Valentines Day was and she said she spent the day at a funeral. A man who used to go to the same church as she goes to, passed away a couple days ago and she went to his funeral. My Grandma wasn't happy to see that a storm was rolling in, either. My Grandma hates when there is a storm at night because it reminds her when she used to live in Iowa and a couple times, a tornado would roll through in the middle of the night. My Grandma wasn't in a good mood and to hear that my Grandma wasn't in a good mood put me in a bad mood for a couple hours.

Serenity and I watched Stand By Me. Serenity loves the movie and It's one of my favorite movies and my favorite actor is in it. I decided that one day, Serenity and I are going to watch The Sandlot. The Sandlot has to be one of my favorite movies. Tim, Amy and I used to watch the movie 10 times a day growing up and no matter how many times I watch it, it still cracks me up.

I was talking to Emily and though I was happy to talk to her, I was in such a bad mood because my Grandma was in a bad mood and I decided that I needed to get off the computer, go in my bedroom, and relax for a little bit. I wish I had asked her to stay online and wait for me because when I got back on, I was sad to see that she was gone.

I'm in a good mood, now, because I am listening to love songs.

Happy Valentines Day!

Happy Valentines Day!

I hope everyone had a amazing day and I hope today helped remind everyone of their love for their family, their friends or their significant other.

I love each and every one of you! <3

Writer's Block: Heart to Heart.

Valentine's Day: love it or hate it?

Love it.

Valentines Day is not a cheesy holiday filled with Hallmark cards and roses. Valentines Day is one day out of the entire year to remind you about how much love you have for your family, your friends, or your significant other. We hear about how hateful the world and everyone in the world can be on a daily basis and it's nice to have one day of the year to remind you how amazing love is.

February 13, 2009.

I had a boring day, but rather than writing one sentence in my blog about how boring my day was, I thought that I should take this chance and write about some things that have been on my mind, but never had the chance to express in my blog.

Nadya Suleman, the woman who gave birth to the octuplets, has to be the most selfish woman on the planet. Nadya has six children, all under the age of ten, and now, she gives birth to eight more children, but she has no income. How will she buy the babies food? How will she buy the babies clothes? How will she buy the babies diapers? How will she feed her six other children? How will she buy her six other children clothes? How will she pay her bills? It's beautiful to hear about a woman who wants to have as many children as she has, but it's disgusting to hear about a woman who has as many children asa she has, but has no income to support all her children. Nadya is only thinking about what will make her happy and she is not thinking about what's best for her children. I'm happy to hear that she did not abort any of her children, but her children deserve the best life that they possibly can have and she is not the woman to give her children that type of life.

Alfie Patten, who is 13 years old, and his girlfriend, Chantelle Steadman, who is 15 years old, had their first child a couple days ago. Why is a 12 year old having sex? Why is a 15 year old having sex with a 12 year old? How will they be able to raise their baby? I do not believe in condoms, birth control, or etc., but if you are going to have sex and you do not want to have a baby or you are too young to have a baby, you use protection. Babies should not be raising babies.

I'm reading a book, Angels by Billy Graham, and it's about people who claim they have seen or had a experience with Angels. I started to read it today and there was one thing in the book that made me mad. Billy Graham said that the new generation, my generation, should believe in Christianity, but must of us do not because we only believe in the religion that is popular at this time and I think this is bull shit. What religion is the most popular? I didn't know that religion has a popularity contest. I'm a Catholic and I believe in God, but a couple years ago, I didn't consider myself a Catholic and I did not believe in God. I believe that when you are growing up, you start to explore different religions and different beliefs because it's apart of growing up and finding out who you are and what you will or will not believe in. Billy Graham said that Christianity is the right religion and every other religion is wrong and that is bull shit. A religion can not be wrong and a religion cannot be right.

I'm terrified of planes and flying. I used to be only terrified of flying, but the last couple weeks, I have started to become terrified of planes. I tried to cure my fear by looking at pictures of planes on the Internet, but it didn't help and it only made my fear worse. I was laying in my bed about a week ago and I thought to myself, "What if a plane crashed through my house?" and what happened a week later? A plane crashed through a house in New York. Did I predict the future? I don't know, but either way, it scared the shit out of me.

February 12, 2009.

I woke up at 8:30 AM and I had no problem waking up because I didn't take any NyQuil last night. I don't know why, but I woke up in a good mood and I had a feeling that it was going to be a good day.

I had a normal day at school, nothing interesting happened, besides the fact that my school smelled like oatmeal.

My Mom and I shopped at Vons, but Brad wasn't working and this made me sad, but when we were finishing up our shopping, he walked into Vons and I saw him signing some papers or something and he looked extremely cute. He was wearing a New York Yankees hat with a Derek Jeter jersey and I thought he looked extremely cute in his hat and jersey. It's amazing how any time I see him, it doesn't matter if I am having the worst day of my life, I am happy because I saw him for a couple seconds.

My Mom and I saw Tim and he seemed extremely depressed, but I couldn't understand why. I think he wants to come home, but he will never admit it. Krista came home early from work, again, and she was acting like a bitch to my Mom the entire time. I am sick and tired of Krista being such a fucking cunt to everyone and I swear to God, I'm about to go Chris Brown on her slutty ass.

I didn't do anything interesting the rest of the day, besides do my homework and play Guitar Hero.

I hate when people use the word "color" to describe someone's race. We do not live in the 1950's, anymore, and we do not refer to others who are different races than us as "colored".

February 11, 2009.

Amy woke me up at 8:30 AM, but I had taken NyQuil last night and therefore, I had no energy due to the NyQuil and I decided to sleep in, instead of going with Amy, Serenity and Jordan to go and see Tim. I am unbelievably mad at myself because I should have woken up and went with Amy, Serenity and Jordan to go and see Tim. I should have spent time with Tim and I should have spent time with Jordan, but I didn't and now, I am unbelievably mad at myself.

I have been home all day, laying in my bed, wasting the day away, when I could have been with my sister, my niece and my cousin, having fun.

February 10, 2009.

I have a love and hate relationship with NyQuil. I love how it puts me to sleep at night, but I hate how it won't let me wake up in the morning.

My Mom woke me up at 8:30 AM, but I was extremely tired and I didn't want to wake up, but I had to go to school.

My Mom and I drove to Tim's apartment, after I was finished at school and we had finished grocery shopping, and Tim was in extreme pain. We stayed for about 30 minutes and my Mom said that it was time to go and to my surprise, Tim asked me to stay with him. I can't begin to explain how happy it made me to hear that Tim wanted me to stay with him. Tim and I watched, I Am Legend, and I thought it was such a stupid movie. Tim and I had such a good time, though. We watched a movie, talked and laughed and it was extremely nice to hang out with my brother, and only my brother. Krista, however, came home from work early and as soon as she walked through the door, Tim and I's good time ended. Krista was a bitch to me and and she acted like she was mad that I was hanging out with Tim. Tim is my brother and no matter what, that will never change and therefore, I can hang out with him whenever I want to and no slutty cunt will tell me otherwise. My Dad came over to visit Tim and my Dad said that he wouldn't be visiting Tim tomorrow, because he figured that he would have enough visitors, and though my Dad was joking, Krista agreed with him. Krista has no right to say that Tim's family can't come over to visit him, but she thinks she does, and one day, I'm going to pull a Chris Brown on the stupid fucking bitch.

I haven't been having the best couple weeks, but my amazing friends have been there for me, to cheer me up, to listen to me and to help me through my brother's surgery. I can't begin to thank everyone for all they have done for me, but I want them all to know that it means the world to me to have such amazing friends like them and that I love them with all my heart and soul.

I said that I would be making a new Live Journal on Monday, but I didn't because I was too busy, but I will be making the new Live Journal next Monday and I wanted to give everyone a heads up.

February 9, 2009.

I was laying in my bed last night, thinking about Tim, and I started to cry. I am scared to death that something bad will happen during his surgery and I won't be able to do anything about it. I woke my Mom up, and cried my eyes out to her, and asked her if I could go with her to the hospital and she said I could.

My Mom woke me up at 7:30 AM, but when she woke me up, no matter how hard I tried, I could not wake up. I had no energy and all I wanted to do was sleep in and therefore, I didn't go to the hospital. I woke up at 11:30 AM, but I didn't leave my bedroom until 1:00 PM. I was mad because I wanted to go to the hospital with my Mom, but I didn't, and therefore, I layed in my bed until 1:00 PM.

My Mom would call us throughout the day, to tell us what was going on with Tim. My Mom said that when she walked into the hospital, Krista was extremely suprised to see her and throughout the day, Krista was acting like a bitch to my Mom. My Mom said that Tim was scared to have surgery and when his surgery was over with, he looked sad. Tim's surgery went well, though, and thankfully, he only had one hernia, not two.

Tim called us on his way home and I asked him how he felt and he said, "I feel like SHIT.", and he started talking about something, but I couldn't understand him because he was high on medication, but the last thing that I heard him say was, "I will see you tomorrow, bye." I was sad to hear that he was in pain, but I was happy to hear him on the phone and know that he made it through surgery and that he was okay.