thought i had deleted my blog eh? well....i...did but i didn't. it's a complicated process that you'll hear about in stories..that people read to you at night...so you fall asleep because it's flaming hot out and you have no ac.
ok? ok. here's what is going down.
I'm going through some sort of...stress, I guess we'll call it. It's been rather hard for me to get through life? Why? I don't know. But I feel that there is some sort of change amongst me that I haven't liked, or something. Not physical. But, emotionally or spiritually, not sure exactly. But I've been having those flickering thoughts of wanting to die and killing myself, but not knowing how, ect ect. And No matter what I couldn't get rid or them. It started Tuesday, I woke up..and the day started out ok...I went for a bike around lake phalen... and it just basically ended in DISASTER DESTRUCTION DILLEMA DEFTONES! *eh hem*
And that night was utterly...blah. And this fricken heat doesn't help because I can hardly fall asleep and it makes me depressed. I was so tempted to chop all my hair off and turn into one of those antisocial, hide in the shadow kinda people. and if i chopped it all of i would of course dye it red and black and put it into little pony tails, or just walk around with my head always wet so then it would look stringy.
Wednesday was better.
True, the day did start out awful, and I still wanted to fall off the face of the earth and take myself away from stress and i wanted people to forget they ever knew me, but it got better. Isaiah wanted to bike with me around the lake, so he chose the way that goes by the front of the hogan's house, long story short, they're mom and natalie and noah saw me..so i stopped to say hello, and i was invited in. isaiah at this point was long gone cause he bikes 200 feet ahead of me.
it was much fun. amanda played her tin whistle for me, i watched her mad painting skills, natalie followed us around evvvverywhere and wanted to do everything i did. like chop the broccoli, heh.. ben put tape all over noah to keep him quiet. i showed all of them a calender with some classic nude women pictures in it, hahahaha, i helped make dinner, ate carob, had the grood lime pineapple blueberry fruit smoothie yogurt thing, played dutch blitz..it was good. around 4:30 i went home to retrieve my camera or i knew certain people would bite my head off if i didn't get any pictures...
and i got there, and *sniff sniff* i smelled smoke. or pot or something. in the kitchen. i think that maybe josh came in from smoking so i ignore it and search for the phone.
i think that perhaps josh is in the basement in my dad's room cause even though my dad puts a padlock on it, josh unhinges the bolts on the other side and opens it that way... i get down to the veeeery dark deepest hidden room and josh is in there and smoke is everywhere , and he's got some weird buddy who looks around 23 with his shirt off. the buddy dude man i mean. so of course i get kinda mad cause this is way more my house then his and he is most CERTAINLY NOT about to smoke in here and get our furniture all gross smelling. So i get mad and he starts giving me his famous josh scary drunk look, and slowly rises and starts yelling at me about how mom is dead so he can smoke in the house if he wants, and meanwhile his friend is all talking a mile a minute excusing josh and saying that josh is sorry, and he just took a drag and forgot that he was in the house, all this crap.
oh i've decided i reeeeally like the term drag, and the word that brings back bad memories to me is epilouge.
sooo josh is being an idiot and i can tell he's been drinking and he has his beer leech on him, (my brothers have a bad habit of picking up friends who use them to get free beer and/or cigs) and of course he puts the cigarette he was smoking on the couch which could potentially start a fire. i can't do anything except take the cigarette outside and put it on the deck. then i leave because i've had enough of this crappy house and wish i could live with the hogan's, so nice and happy with they're health food mom who wears peach shirts and long jean skirts, like i once had.
all of my brothers think that they're the only one who misses mom, but uh not true. and i'm having a thoroughly hard (holy crap you wouldn't believe what i just wrote subconciously, definately NOT posting that) ..time too. I always have to try to inforce the rules to josh like the smoking issue if he's here. I'm trying to make sure our house is kinda clean, (ezra does clean the kitchen though now and then and make a couple meals) i'm trying to make sure isaiah doesn't starve and melnourish himself to death by buying healthy food that he ends up not eating anyways, i have hebrew homework, worries about the gay school and all the stuff i'm going to have to cram into my brain there, it's hard balancing my friends and family. iunno, i guess i feel like i have to all of a sudden take on all the worries mom had, like now i'm the mom. but it doesn't work right because i'm not and no one listens to me anyways.
*deep sigh*
i don't know. i'm still praying, and hoping.
last night i sat down and actually had one of those family dinner dealies with the hogan's. oh how nice.
and i went irish dancing with them, and realized..even though i didn't get to dance with who i wanted, i had a great time. because..i don't like anyone like THAT. and i'm not going to worry about people that way for a long time, and what's more, i don't have to.
so it was great.
but much like my mom's death it was something to help me forget about it for a while, but i came home and the problem started all over again. i still felt emotionally drained, and josh's friend is drunk and was watching me do something on the internet for nate and saying, "doing some girly website stuff?" and then he was talking about how he's heard of the holy land and oil land, and about being a father and how it comes naturally. his drunk babble was amusing i must admit, but josh was upstairs and apparently had been in the bathroom for an hour. and he's running the faucet and oy.
later i went in there and there was another pre lit cigarette, augh.
i did hebrew..so much hebrew...
leah wright called and i kinda vented to her and cried a bit. yea, yea, i know...
did more hebrew...it started storming 1 am, dad wasn't home, got worried, he came home, then i talked about some of the family issues and told him how much i miss mom and cried some more..........
went to bed at 2 and there was a nice after the storm breeze blowing through my windows.
this morning i went to hebrew, dropped off my cameras, got groceries, got water, picked up my amazing photos of lots of people, and it helped, my normal thursday routine. thursdays are kinda nice. and tonight i have to go to this standing rock thing and i'm going to show manda my pictures.
btw i won't be here next week cause i'm going to south dakota for a missions trip...you might not have known that...
and i have friday booked i think, saturday booked, and i won't be free til next saturday. great open schedule i've got going..
now i've already said too much.
what was that thing on the phone, did you post and up your blog? or something like that...