“Davepoobond – stepdadpoobond, me + mompoobond are at the movies. We went at 5:10 + should be back well u no! Dont get mad because we were at the theatre getting the tickets 4 tomorrow + decided 2 go + see 1 today….we didn’t want to buy a ticket, + find out u cant come. halk later!
I wrote this in 2002.
I had a dream that I was out in the desert or something. The sand was red and there weren’t any trees, but big rocks every so often. There were a lot of people there, and there were a lot of houses. I wasn’t too far from my house. I looked up at the moon (which was very close). It was really hot, and the moon turned around pretty fast, and it looked the same except it had its own “red eye storm” like Jupiter. It’s kind of hard to describe. Anyway I pointed it out to my mom, and she said “that’s normal, they throw all our trash up there, you know?”
I thought “hmm, all that plastic up there is burning making it hot down here…” It seemed like it was raining fire from the moon. All of a sudden, it blew up. Everyone started screaming and went back inside their homes. After the moon rocks fell, I went over to my friends house, and there was my Grandma. She said his family wasn’t there because my friend was at the hospital. She pointed out the window shutters on the window, and said something about how cheap they were because a rock fell through. Then she disappeared.
Then it rained rocks again. Afterwards, I was crying and I turned on the TV. To get my mind off everything, I turned on the TV and watched cartoons, while there was another TV with the news on. It had a bunch of people talking about the moon blowing up, and how it was more horrible than September 11. The rocks fell again all of a sudden for the last time. I went outside to see what happened, and there were a lot of people on hospital beds, screaming because trash and rock shot into their body.
I woke up then. What a weird dream. I could barely describe it all. You should’ve dreamed it yourself…to truly understand.
“I expect to learn harder math, harder spelling words, harder science and harder English in 6th grade. I hope we don’t get a lot of homework everyday because my mom says my backpack is always too heavy and I tell her only my homework is in there!”
Well, I started working out this week on Thursday. It was sort of fun being able to do the exercises with someone else. I’ve never really done exercises with anyone else and its good to have a friend there cause he can tell me what I’m doing wrong or tell me how to exercise more efficiently than I would otherwise.
I’m not a health guru or even that knowledgeable about things you can do in the gym so its nice to be able to have someone there.
Recently my mom has been drilling into me that I am almost thirty years old (I’m only 25), and practically telling me that I’m fat and unsuccessful. She’s told me that she regretted sending me to college because my major has done nothing for me. I think its terribly unfair that she says these things because she’s making it seem like my life is already over. She says I have no ambition and that may be true, but ambition isn’t for everyone. I don’t see how doing random things that she envisions me doing that I have no interest in doing dictates whether or not I have ambition or not. The things I am ambitious about are all with the internet, with my web site and my ability to create, and that’s good enough for me.
In either case, it wasn’t so much of a wake-up call as it was just making myself better, and having enough of living the way I have been. Yes, I want to make my mom stop telling me to lose weight and to stop poking and prodding me to getting a job, but if its not those things it’d be another. That’s always how it’s been with her. In high school when I wasn’t “dangerously” overweight (I was still overweight, I’ve always felt that way) it was me being on the computer too much or me spending too much time playing games, or whatever. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Those things haven’t directly affected anything in my life, and blaming anything but my own attitude and complacency would be a scapegoat.
no school lazy break – n. davepoobond’s mom’s term for Winter Break
My mom and my step-dad were fighting yesterday, because my mom didn’t like this plant that was in a pot. Well this is how it happened:
(mompoobond takes the plant out of the pot and plants way back in the back of the backyard and puts one of her flowers in the pot it was in)
(stepdadpoobond gets mad)
stepdadpoobond: What’d you do to my plant? That was my plant!
mompoobond: Since when do you care about what I do back here? I replanted it back by the fence, I didn’t like it.
(something else happens between that and this:)
(mompoobond is about to replant his plant back into the pot)
stepdadpoobond: If you move that plant, I’ll take the scissors and cut it up into little pieces!
mompoobond: You’re cruel
(stepdadpoobond leaves, mompoobond just takes her plant out of the pot, throws it away, and they don’t talk for about 4 hours, and they make up around 10:00 PM)
When my mom told me about this, I almost laughed. My mom said I “was old enough to hear these things.” What the hell? A 10 year old is old enough to hear about 2 ADULTS fighting about 2 plants. Stupid. And they say I’M immature…