Friday, July 13, 2007

   13th
Happy Friday the 13th! Okay, so, back from the east and still fighting. The broke slightly, but not enough for me to move out. I still don't understand why I can't move out at my age but my sixteen year old sister can do whatever she wants and spend hundreds to thousands of dollars a week shopping. I don't understand and they won't clear it up for me. The only thing I've ever asked for is a puppy, and I can pay for about half myself. I don't get a puppy but everytime she goes shopping (every weekend) she gets two hundred dollar shoes, two hundred dollar purses, and a couple hundred in clothes and jewlery that she'll never get around to wearing.

So, now I want to move out, get a job, get my own place, and save money for school and spend parts for me. They get mad at me and saw life doesn't work that way. How the heck does life work then? I'm really at a lose here. They don't want me to throw away my schooling, but I'm not. I just want to pay for it and do it when I'm actually planning out a major. Right now I'm just wasting money because people won't shut up and let me think. I say genetics, they say vet. I say genetics again, they say animal genetics. If I say it a third time they say animal massage theropy. Now I'm keeping my mouth shut and they're freaking out and saying I got no plan, no future. I got a plan, move out and start making my own life. Let me be my age. I'm not a stupid little kid.

I remind them of that and they keep asking what changed. Um, I grew up? No, I don't like hugs anymore. No, it's not for any real reason, I just don't. People squeeze me too hard and it hurts, that simple. That's not affection, it's a form of twisted torture because if you pull away from a hug you're seen as emotionally distant. I stopped liking hugs after I fell off one of those huge hay roles at this one farm. It probably has something to do with the left half of my ribs looking funny ever since then. Yeah, so, don't like hugs.

Um, wow, that was an off topic rant. I don't think this thing had a topic to begain with, but that was really weird. Let's see...Bran Castle is up for sale. I really wish me and my friends could come up with the money.
http://www.baytreecapital.com/bran/04.jpg
Best outside picture of it. It'd be so awesome to live in that thing. Really like the language so I wouldn't mind learning.

I've broken down a bit and am going to see about getting my stupid short story published for some money. I go back and forth on liking and disliking it. if it gets published then it'll open up for the story I'm working on with Elite and her brother. I think most of the stuff in it was just for the sake of this story, but the characters and world stuff are the same. The short story is called [u]Misguided[/u].

I saw my geese for the first time in a month. They look like adults but are just a little smaller. They still sound like babies. Tarragon still has a white patch on her wing and she still likes to bite my toes if I'm taking too long with the bread. Basil's huge. I thought he was Faust for a second until he started peeping. I can still pet him but he enjoyed it much more as a baby. The Fire group is back too, looking all adultish. Soot never complete grew out of the baby colors so his head is brown instead of black. I actually pegged him as a girl when he was young because his head feaths and patches weren't coming it. He turned out to be the only boy in that family. There are now three rouge males hanging around the two groups trying to get a daughter to go with them. Poor guys, Attila, Faust, Florcie, and Lilith are ruthless when they get too close. it's kind of funny that Basil and Soot go after them too. What good brothers.

So, happy 13th, again.

SGAH
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