Thursday, September 18, 2003

Plants for tonight.

Hah. Plants.

Anyways, tonight is "movie night" for our school up at our theatre called the Grand. Pirates of the Carribbean is playing (yes, I spelled it so wrong) so me and Chelsea decided we'd go to it. It's something to do I guess, and other people should be there.

I just got back from copy editting some stories that will be soon released in our paper this October 2nd.

When I came home, my brother was being his usual self. The kid is seriously so immature and ignorant. I don't mean ignoranc is a bad thing...but he happily proclaims that being gay is "being a girl," and that whenever people ask him if he's gay at school he replies with an emphatic, "Yes!"

Plus, at times when my friends come over, he throws these wild tantrums and hops madly all over and sometimes even takes off his clothes and parades around nude.

The kid is 12 as hard as it is to believe. He's in 6th grade, going to Middle School next year. Can I imagine him going to dances and stuff? No. Can I imagine him even being able to do so many things? Not really.

He's a great brother I will admit. I love him, but he's so very annoying. When he's hyper he just does not shut up, and he's so outward with everything he says it's so annoying. When my parents are not around, he often says so many swear words. Other things.

He sometimes tortures our three dogs we have, and sits there and acts like he's humping them at times as well. He's like some small version of some crazed sex addictee. Or something.

It scares me, considering he's going to 7th grade. Was I like this? I don't think so. I hope not.

6th grade was horrible for me, I will admit. That was the year we moved from Salt Lake City, Utah, to here in Bismarck, North Dakota. I was put into class like halfway through the year there or near that. I hated it. I hated living in Bismarck then. I hated losing my friends. I hated having to adjust to the new place that I had to call home.

It wasn't the first time we've moved either. My family has moved at least 6 times. I was born originially in Casper Wyoming, and when I was three then that was when my Mom divorced my real Dad. Soon after she married my step dad I currently have, and then in 1992 my brother was born.

If I am adopted by my step dad, who is more of a dad than my other dad has and will ever be, my last name will be Staebell. I also think I'd change my middle name because my middle name is my real dad's middle name: grant. So Mitchell ________ Staebell. Hm. What would be a cool middle name, anyways?

I remember my real dad used to call me when I was 12 or 11 or so. When I lived in Indiana still I think. He'd go over the usuall stuff about how my day was, what I had for homework, how I was doing in school. Then he'd ask if I was going to get blood, since he didn't want to pay child support.

I didn't realize why he asked then...I was ignorant, or as smart as a boy should be. But now, I can't believe he had the gall to do that.

Maybe I'll talk more about this stuff later. This post has kind of became its own monster I guess.
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