Haven't written one of these in awhile so here it goes.
I just got back from Destin. It was a lot of fun. I got sunburnt because I'm so "fair" skinned. I proclaimed yet another marriage to my best friend's, Page's, brother. I've known him for six or seven years, and we recently became an old married couple. Or at least that's what we made up on the condo balcony at tweleve in the morning. It was hilariously funny, espicially since my friend Nikki and my husband's were both asleep in the living room while we talked about them on the balcony with only a sliding glass door between us. Then there were the people on the outside the pool by the grills and we made a bunch of random noises (i.e.: farting, owl hoots, calling out the alphabet, whistling) and throwing goldfish at them. Destin was fun.
Well anyways. I'm still living at my dad's house. I haven't spoken to my mother, and I've only received a text from my step father. It was at eleven last night. "Hey Jenny. Just read your Give A Boy A Gun article. Great Job. Give us a call. Love u." I have no idea why my step dad would use a "u" instead of you. But it just bugs me how they can act like everything is fine. And my mother can pull a complete Emily stunt. She gave my sister a 200/250 dollar check for her graduation. In the box she wrote 250 and on the line she wrote 200. I think she did it just so she would have to come by the house and then mom could try to have a normal conversation with her and pretend everything is okay. I hate that they do that. AOSIGNOSWIRNGOWIHGEOH. I have no idea when things will be back to normal, they may never be. I could have this silent relationship with my mother for the rest of my life. It is really getting to me though. I miss my pets and my house, and having my friends close by.
Now my stepmom is being a problem. I did laundry Thursday morning after eight, probably eight thirty ish or a little earlier. Well I got a shower and I was listening to my Ipod and it was on the speaker thing, and I heard some semi-shouting and then the front door slam and I went to ask my sister what she said and she told me this, "Your alarm clock, excuse me I mean your laundry is done!" and then she left. I have no idea what the hell that meant. I guess my laundry woke her up because it's her day off and she was pissed. But everyday we've ever had off she's been up vacuming early or blasting God awful country musice. so HA! REVENGE.
Well my puppy has been running around and barking at me and trying to talk all morning and now she's asleep on a pillow on the couch. Which she isn't supposed to be on. But she is just so cute sleeping I think I'll let her stay.
Well http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1264103/ that is my fanfiction page. Read my stories and review if you would like. I'm kind of in a writer's block so reviews would help.
Au Revior.