So.
Apparently, my best friend, Shannon Tipsie, has decided to date that Bastian kid who my brother knows. That I spent Thanksgiving Eve with? Yeah. Him. The Asian kid. Wow. And she could not stand to tell me until two weeks AFTER it is finalized? What is up with that? I mean, okay, if you need time to decide then take some time, but Shannon, HELLO, best friend here!!!! I don't like being in the dark with my best friends love life, GOSH.
Anyways, I cannot wait for Christmas. It seriously is my favorite holiday of the year. The lights and the snow and cookies, and oh, there is just too much to mention. Although, my brother has decided to adopt Jewish traditions and so will not be celebrating with my family and I. Don't ask me why he has suddenly chosen to be a non-Jewish Jew, but I won't be one to judge him. And trust me, I really don't care about what he does or what religion he is, but isn't becoming a non-Jewish Jew a little bit weird? Just a little bit? Okay, whatever.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
The Problem With Men
Thats the problem with men. Well, don't get me wrong, there is a lot wrong with both genders, but for now I speak of men alone. This is the problem with men: they are never open with anyone. You ask them to care, and they might. Or they might not. Thats why boyfriends are a disater for me. I always expect them to come right out and say what they are feeling, like some women do, but of course, they never do. And they never will. A woman can not ask so much from a man.
Keep in mind, I am referring to the stereotypical man and woman, not at all do these things affect some people.
Keep in mind, I am referring to the stereotypical man and woman, not at all do these things affect some people.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Alone
Why is it that every year after Thanksgiving I feel fifty pounds heavier? It's not even like I ate that much.
My mother and step-dad are fighting again. Not even married for six months and they are already at it. Over dumb stuff, like who should do the bills this month. I miss my dad. So much sometimes, that I cry in my bed at night, replaying the few memories I have of him. I remember when I sat on his lap and he sang All The Pretty Little Ponies by Kenny Loggins to me before bed every night. WHen he taught me how to ride a bike, my first day of school. Every tiny memory of him, no matter how short or long, I cherish more than my life. I wish he was still here to hold me when I cried, or when I felt alone or scared.
Its not like my mom cares. or maybe she does and doesn't show it, I don't know. Kameron is not the emotional kind of step-dad, and trust me when I say, Richard doesn't give a crap about my life. They all live in their own little world and leave me suffering in mine.
I'm sorry about all my ranting, but I needed to let it out. And on Thanksgiving? It is just sad, so very sad.
My mother and step-dad are fighting again. Not even married for six months and they are already at it. Over dumb stuff, like who should do the bills this month. I miss my dad. So much sometimes, that I cry in my bed at night, replaying the few memories I have of him. I remember when I sat on his lap and he sang All The Pretty Little Ponies by Kenny Loggins to me before bed every night. WHen he taught me how to ride a bike, my first day of school. Every tiny memory of him, no matter how short or long, I cherish more than my life. I wish he was still here to hold me when I cried, or when I felt alone or scared.
Its not like my mom cares. or maybe she does and doesn't show it, I don't know. Kameron is not the emotional kind of step-dad, and trust me when I say, Richard doesn't give a crap about my life. They all live in their own little world and leave me suffering in mine.
I'm sorry about all my ranting, but I needed to let it out. And on Thanksgiving? It is just sad, so very sad.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Thanksgiving Eve
So, yeah, it's the night before Thanksgiving, and my mom is making me go out with my step-brother to meet his friends. She thinks that just because she married Kameron it makes him my dad and Richard my brother, but no, it does not. Kameron will never replace my deceased father, and Richard is selfish and naive. But at least he is social. My mom thinks that if I go meet Richards friends, it might help me get less shy, but she's wrong. It won't work. It never does, and likely never will.
Anyways, Richard drove us to the tennis courts off of Main Street, and thats where we met his friends. Yeah, tennis courts. On November 24. Don't ask me why, because I just don't know. he introduced me to six guys. Yeah, all guys. So awkward for me. There were two english guys (possibly twins), three really boring white guys, one of which was named Michael, and an Asian dude named Bastian. Which truly is a sexy name. And he was handsome too, black hair and all.
When it came time to introduce myself, I fell next to silent and mumbled my name. Richard sighed very loudly and I smiled, knowing I had annoyed him, which I liked to do. We then played tennis, and I must admit, the Asian kid, Bastian, was pretty good. I did not want to waste my energy though, so I didn't go all out on him. Even though I was on the varsity tennis team.
After that we drank coffee at a small coffee shop down the road. Richard bought me coffee without asking if I wanted any, and I would have said no, because I hate coffee. Bastian got a chai and seemed to like it. A lot. I kept quiet in the corner while the guys talked, spending most of my time staring out the window at the park across the road, and taking quick glances at Bastian. As I said, he was handsome, but not my kind. And judging by the way he held himself, there was a slight chance he could be homosexual.
We went to his house afterwards and I decided I was bored and wanted to go home. Over and over I asked Richard if I could get some change and take the bus home, and every time, he ignored me. After a little while of this, Bastian snapped at me and called me Pop Tart. Which I still don't understand, but whatever. And his cat, Shamwow (yes, a very strange name) for some reason liked staring at me. I pretty much stared back at him the entire time. Only after we dropped most of the other guys off did we return to Bastians's house to play MW3. And let me tell you, I am a master at it. Yet again, I was the shy and quiet girl, so I chose not to show off my full talent. Funny that everything I did I was actually a pro at. But I'm guessing everyone else just saw a quiet girl who had mediocre talent at everything.
And that is perfectly fine for me.
Well, I had an interesting night, and I hope that maybe someday I will break my shy spell and be a normal, social teenager. Until then, farewell all, and to all a happy Thanksgiving Eve!
Anyways, Richard drove us to the tennis courts off of Main Street, and thats where we met his friends. Yeah, tennis courts. On November 24. Don't ask me why, because I just don't know. he introduced me to six guys. Yeah, all guys. So awkward for me. There were two english guys (possibly twins), three really boring white guys, one of which was named Michael, and an Asian dude named Bastian. Which truly is a sexy name. And he was handsome too, black hair and all.
When it came time to introduce myself, I fell next to silent and mumbled my name. Richard sighed very loudly and I smiled, knowing I had annoyed him, which I liked to do. We then played tennis, and I must admit, the Asian kid, Bastian, was pretty good. I did not want to waste my energy though, so I didn't go all out on him. Even though I was on the varsity tennis team.
After that we drank coffee at a small coffee shop down the road. Richard bought me coffee without asking if I wanted any, and I would have said no, because I hate coffee. Bastian got a chai and seemed to like it. A lot. I kept quiet in the corner while the guys talked, spending most of my time staring out the window at the park across the road, and taking quick glances at Bastian. As I said, he was handsome, but not my kind. And judging by the way he held himself, there was a slight chance he could be homosexual.
We went to his house afterwards and I decided I was bored and wanted to go home. Over and over I asked Richard if I could get some change and take the bus home, and every time, he ignored me. After a little while of this, Bastian snapped at me and called me Pop Tart. Which I still don't understand, but whatever. And his cat, Shamwow (yes, a very strange name) for some reason liked staring at me. I pretty much stared back at him the entire time. Only after we dropped most of the other guys off did we return to Bastians's house to play MW3. And let me tell you, I am a master at it. Yet again, I was the shy and quiet girl, so I chose not to show off my full talent. Funny that everything I did I was actually a pro at. But I'm guessing everyone else just saw a quiet girl who had mediocre talent at everything.
And that is perfectly fine for me.
Well, I had an interesting night, and I hope that maybe someday I will break my shy spell and be a normal, social teenager. Until then, farewell all, and to all a happy Thanksgiving Eve!
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
The Life And Times Of Nyah Cleece
Okay, maybe I am a A+ student. Maybe I follow all the rules. Maybe I never talk back or take chances. Maybe I am self-concious. Maybe I am negative all the time. But that does not mean I can't have fun. That is the problem with high school. Everyone assumes who you are is determined by what you show on the outside. And maybe to an extent that is true. But what really matters, and in high school, what nobody cares to look for, is personality. Personality and spirit.
Ok. Enough of all that deep stuff.
On to my life and times.
How shall I begin? Ah, yes. My name is Nyah Cleece. A simple name, but one I despise because of all the teasing it has brought me over the years. I am the perfect age of seventeen. I am a junior in high school. My passions are reading, having philisophical talks at night, and above all, designing clothes. I have dark brown hair that falls to my center back, and, people tell me, striking blue eyes. Someday I want to have navy blue hair and travel to Japan and Ireland.
That is enough for now. Soon enough, I shall return, but until that time, farewell!
Ok. Enough of all that deep stuff.
On to my life and times.
How shall I begin? Ah, yes. My name is Nyah Cleece. A simple name, but one I despise because of all the teasing it has brought me over the years. I am the perfect age of seventeen. I am a junior in high school. My passions are reading, having philisophical talks at night, and above all, designing clothes. I have dark brown hair that falls to my center back, and, people tell me, striking blue eyes. Someday I want to have navy blue hair and travel to Japan and Ireland.
That is enough for now. Soon enough, I shall return, but until that time, farewell!
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