A Long Update

I planned on writing a really long rant. I did, really. After I had to log in though, I lost it. I no longer felt like it.

So, quite outline. Still like the same person, which sucks ass. I don't want to go to basketball, but my mom says we paid the money I'm going. Therefore, I have to suffer through it. I don't even know if I plan on trying out this year. Maybe I can join some work out class. I could get a job instead of a sport in the fall and winter. Then only do Track in the spring. I love track. It's great. It also makes basketball look like a lot of work... and confusion. Anyway that's a ways away.

I wish I could be up north... It's killing me that Nessa is up there sleeping in my bed. Ugh. It drives me up a wall that I'm here fretting about basketball and she's up there tubing without me. It just bothers me. That has always been my thing to stay up there with GG. I guess she needs a chance too, but still. All she does it whine about missing Adam and my brother. "Brandon doesn't know what no means." That got under my skin. Also, when she put it as her status that, "I'm going to cry to get everything I want." The post got me pretty fired up. I even commented on it... But I deleted it. I didn't want to start any fights.

On a better note, I get to go back up north after Brian's graduation party. Band camp was postponed, so now I can go back up north sooner. My mom says I'm not going to band camp if it's the week she has off of work. If they schedule it then she says I'm just not going. Works for me. They can't require us to go if they don't give us a fair amount of time before.

Also, my dad got a job through a Temp Agency. His unemployment ran out and they didn't know if they were going to renew it. So, now he has a temp job.

This turned out be some what lengthy after all. I tried to not repeat myself much. To make it more flowing. I put a lot of fragments in there too. Opps.

Nat

We Are Freaks

So guess where I went tonight... Wrong... Wrong... Wrong again. Trevor Murray's house. I know! We called up his mom to take over the book worms we make for her classes and we went over to drop them off. His mom deiced we were going to have ice cream so she left my bother, Trev, and Me alone, and went to Frank's with my mom. We had fun. We had ice cream sundaes. Then my brother and him played PS3 and I sat between them... I played keep away with his hat. :) We flirted like mad while we played NBA and NHL. He wasn't even paying attention to the NBA game and got beat by ten to my brother... He had been talking with me. :)

I text him when we got home saying we got home alive, we talked about stuff, but I think he fell asleep. He keeps saying he was coming over tomorrow for a hair cut... I hope so. ;) I'm babysitting Billoli's brother at 2, so I told him before then. I hope he seriously does. I'm falling for that boy again.

Spring Break

I am pretending that I am in Florida. I even packed for 'Florida.' I have a few dressing and some summery outfits to wear. I have to say my sunglasses never leave my head either. We're on a 'stay-cation.' It's only two hours from home but I doesn't feel like it. We went down to the pool last night and enjoyed the hot tubs. They have an indoor and an outdoor one. We tested out both of them.

Right now I'm laying across the bed enjoying the piece and quiet while my brother is down at the pool. When they get back up here we're headed to the buffet for brunch. GG got some comp. last night we we have $50 to put towards a meal. We're thinking of putting my brother in the daycare while we go eat because he got buffet breakfast so all he would be doing is fussing to leave. They have a supervised arcade where you can send your kid in for an hour for like $6. It's a deal.

Well, my shoulders are getting tired from typing like this, so tata for now.

P.S. Mrs. Bromley needs to grade some more papers so my grade will go up (Ms. Kovach, too).

Depressing

Wow, I'm depressing. No wonder no one comments. (or that fact that no one reads it haha) I was reading my old blog and I was much more up beat. I guess this family of mine is just constantly pulling me in all directions and I get spread too thin some days. I have to be the peace makers, the one who puts the baby to bed. Well, I guess he's not a baby anymore. I find myself calling him Boogs, short for boogers, instead of Babe. 

Billy Billoli turned my world upside down. I get a pit in the bottom of my stomach just thinking about it. Still enjoying my good mood. It's just taring me apart. I don't know if I should leave the past in the past, or pick up some pieces. Oh, I want to pick up the pieces so bad. I guess this is something I used to talk to Michael Bice about, but I don't get on AIM anymore so I don't talk to him. I don't really want to. Like my mom said, "You don't really want to go though telling everyone again." And I don't. Ah, how I long for Billy to get back to me. I swear that boy! I just can't keep it out of my mind. I'm going to get crushed. I just know it, and yet... 

Crazy woman who is taring down her walls of protection,

Natalie

(I accidentally posted this to my old one! I went to re-read it while I was editing and changing things and it wasn't there! I found it thought. Haha!)

Gotta love the random things my brother does at 9:30 p.m. such as play the recorder, make monkey noices for half an hour, or dress up as random sport players.