| ..::Archive::.. | |||||||||
| This is an archive of al of the updates, to both my site and my life, since I can't fit all of them on the main page. | |||||||||
| April 17, 2003-April 20, 2003 | |||||||||
| ..::April 17, 2003::.. The last 22 hours have been really different for me. At noon yesterday Kyle, Jonny, and I left Ohio for Iowa to visit our grandparents that we've never seen. Kyle wanted to bring the girl he's going to marry (Jessie) with him, so I decided Megan had to go with me. It took 12 hours to drive from Ohio to Iowa. We got there at midnight. We aren't the only ones staying there for Easter but we're the first ones to get there. So then my grandma lets us pick our rooms. There are six bedrooms on the second floor and they have a really nice basement with a couch that pulls out into a bed. So Meg, Jonny, and I took the couch in the basement so we would be in the same room and wouldn't disturb anyone. Kyle and Jessie decided on a room upstairs. There are supposedly seven more people coming tomorrow. If my dad and his family show up, which I'm told they might, that will make it 11 more people and 18 people staying in one house overall. Thank god it's a huge house. I didn't wake up until 10:00 this morning, which is about my usual time when I don't have to go to school. Kyle and Jess were already up and had already met Grandma and Grandpa. I have to admit that I thought that, since they're old people, they would be..um..well, there's no nice way to say this but I thought they would be horrible, stereotypical old people. Well, I was wrong. They're really cool. Grandma told me that I looked like an alien because I was wearing silver lipstick and eyeshadow. Then when I asked Grandpa if his pipe tasted any different than cigarettes (which I have tasted only once), he let me taste it. That was nasty. Jonny, for some odd reason though he has NEVER done it before, got into my makeup. And he looked better than me. So when he came upstairs with my makeup on (and my clothes, but we trade clothes all the time) Grandma asked him if he was gay and he said yes! And she was totally ok with that! So I told her that I'm bi. She was kind of surprised at that and she turned around and looked at Kyle and she was like, "so what surprises do you have for me?" My brother is totally straight and he just kind of sat there for a minute and then he said, "Jessie's pregnant." And I was so shocked because I had no idea. He'd never told anyone and neither had Jessie. So now my mom is pregnant and Jessie is pregnant and I'm going to be overrun by babies! It's so not fair. I mean, I love children, just as long as they don't live with me. And I'm getting off topic but that's okay because this is my diary or journal or whatever you want to call it and I can. Anyhow. That's about the only exicting thing that happened today. I still can't get over seeing my little brother in make up. I mean, he's pretty anyway but WOW. He would have been a pretty little girl and, in a way, he's always seemed more like a sister to me than a brother. And before I write anything else that's going to make Jonny mad, I'm stopping. Because I can. ..::April 18, 2003::.. I got a corvette! I got a corvette! I got a corvette! Okay, so it doesn't run and it's really ugly and it's a 1976 model but I don't care! I've got a car. This summer when we come back to Iowa, Kyle is going to fix it up enough so that it will pass inspection and then I'll have it to drive! I've never had a car, much less a corvette. I don't even care that it's covered with rust. Oh, yeah. I'm going to see Daddy sometime tomorrow afternoon. ..::April 19, 2003::.. I saw my dad today. It was the first time since I was three years old. I'm not sure I want to talk about it on here because well it's just not something you talk about but let's just say I've spent most of the day crying. ..::April 20, 2003::.. I have been extremely happy all day today. And the main reason is because I've gained three pounds. I weigh 100 pounds now and maybe I'll be able to wear a bathing suit by summer without my ribs sticking out too far. . |
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