It's Been a Rollercoaster

Well let's think to last January. I don't quite remember what was going on at that time. I do know there was snow and it was gross so put that on the bad list. Then in March I went to go see my dad in Texas which of course would go on the good list until I got back on the train. Actually that was my first train ride ever in my life. Then Dakohta graduated in May and that was extremely depressing but enlightening all at the same time. It showed me I don't need someone to hold my hand through school. Then over the summer I pretty much spent everyday with him until my dad came home to visit. A little bit before then we found out my grandpa has lung cancer and he almost passed away, but he agreed to dialysis. Then I got in a car accident on the fourth of July. That was pretty traumatic. Then I started my senior year and that changes everything. Now I sit here accepted into OSF Nursing School and Eureka College for the beginning of my career.

Snow.

It's disgusting. Never come here it is absolutely gross. The first snow fall is usually one of the worst. It leaves about  a foot of snow on the top of your car and it's disgusting. It blinds you worse than the sun itself while your driving and it is a bad word to drive in. You don't want this live. Then when it begins to melt it looks like a rotten oreo creme pie and everything turns into slush and it's gross. It will ruin every pair of shoes you own because with snow...there's ice and that means salt and that will screw up your entire life. You want snow that's enjoyable? Look it up on google images while sitting in eighty degrees weather.

MIB

Today I leave English and I'm on my way to get my Anatomy book. I open my locker. OMG Will Smith was there. My shelves were gone and my books were no longer existent. 

"Come with me Emily." 

"This is really flattering Will. You're very attractive and I would love to go with you, but I have class." 

Yeah he grabbed my shirt and pulled me into the locker. It was the Men in Black headquarters. Tommy Lee Jones stared at me. I thought this was just a movie.. I thought wrong. It's completely wrong. They told me they're next mission is a vampire with the persona of Elizabeth Hudson. They usually just do aliens I thought.. I thought wrong. They changed their missions a little bit here recently because vampires are taking over the world and killing off millions of innocent humans. Their queen is "Hoodson." They told me I have to go into class tomorrow and capture her and bring her right here. 

So the next day after everyone left to the library..I stand back with her. I moved swiftly and handcuffed her, then drug her down the stairs. Then I opened my locker and the shelves reappeared and my books were back in tact. It was a set-up. She was screaming from me pretty much pulling her hair out of her head. Mr. Zulz came out and immediate expulsion. My graduation was gone. Screw you MIB. 

My death wish..

It's that time. Last year they took my mom. The year before that...my grandma and I think you catch my drift on this pattern. This year I know it's me. I can feel it in my gobble. I stroll through the woods minding my own business. Pooping and gobbling. Then there it is....a hunter..he tried to hide in the camouflage, I saw him. I tried to sneak away, but I hit a patch of dry leaves. He pointed his gun at me and boom I went to sleep...forever.....
Am I dead..did he shoot me..am I being digested..oh god I feel the teeth..hot gravy..oh god..
I woke up and I was in my nest with my mom. It was all just a nightmare..or was it a premonition. It's Thanksgiving today..will I die?

Wheels.

Okay so this sport is pretty much amazing. It's an easy way to get fat  and stay lazy. So the way you play is that you get in a wheel chair and who ever can do the least work wins. Of course the challenge is having to go to the bathroom and having to eat. So, it's pushing your body past its limits by doing nothing. Of course there's ways to cheat. You can get a catheder or a poop sack. maybe binge eat before the game. But, the object of the game is to do absolutely nothing. Thank you.

Chicken!

Okay here's the real answer. There was a hen house on the other side of the road. So these were male chicken strippers and the hen house made a call for a bachelorette party. They had their boombox on their shoulders. But, when they got to the sidewalk, some hot chicks walked up and of course that's a huge distraction. They had to do their life's passion and strip for them right there on the corner. Then they all got to caught up in dancing that they stepped out onto the road and gt smashed to pieces by an old man on a moped and the party never got the strippers they ordered.

It's the Final Countdown

The Oculus mirror is hanging on the wall. Chuckie is standing there, his ego booming. He doesn't think that the mirror could ever take him down. The mirror of course doesn't say anything. It's a mirror. Chuckie starts to deteriorate immediately. He was thirsty as crap. He brought every ounce of power he had and went at the wall with the axe. The mirror knocked him away as if there was a force shield. Chuckie found him self in different places as if he was hopped up on drugs. He finally went so crazy that he chopped his own head off with the axe. The mirror wins.  

Top Ten Priorities

1. My Family- My family is and always be my top priority. Of course Dakohta is included in this because they are what I think of all the time. They are what I do on a daily basis for. I have to take care of them. They are my entire world and they will forever be my top priority.

2.My Friends-The friends that stick around I have to care for. Most of my friends, I've grown up with. I like to value my friendships because those friends seem like family to me, As long as they stick around I will support them.

3.My Education-I have always had a huge appreciation for education. I have pushed myself to work harder at it for a very long time and it will always be one of my top priorities. I have and always be self motivated and push myself to learn more everyday.

4.My Career-My career is one of my very top priorities because it is what is going to get me places. It's what will support my future family and keep me from living in a box.

5.Money-Money is important, but it will never be as important as the love and support of the people around me. I value the money I earn, but it will never be the center of my life.

6.Food-God food is soooo good! But I am not a person who loves food that much. I eat to survive that's about it 

7.Health-My health is important I know, but I have a bad habit of not taking care of myself while I'm taking care of everyone else. I rather make sure everyone else is okay before I worry about myself.

8.My Car-I hate my car. But it's a priority because it's something I have to use every single day.

9.Hobbies-I need to work and make sure everything is fine before I even think about hobbies.

10. Drama-HA! Just kidding it is so not a priority. Drama is stupid as the Bob Saget fascination. Those two need to go burn in hell.

For sale: baby shoes, never worn

"For sale: baby shoes, never worn"..she read the sign with such despair. She walked the streets with a hole in her heart that needed mending, but the holes in her face were there forever as a reminder. It was all her fault. She remembered the night it happened. The night was cold and frigid. Living in an old abandoned building with absolutely no insulation. The children only in diapers because no money was left for clothes. She took another hit. She thought the flashing lights were just the effect of her new found crutch. No. The children scared and half alive. Men in uniform rushed through the broken openings. They tackled her to the ground and cuffed her hands behind her back. The children hid in a pile of rubbage. The police spotted them and wrapped them up in their big arms. That is the last she would ever see of her children. When she read that sign it reminded her that she was a horrible mother. She focused to much on her addiction and feeling numb, that her children were literally numb because she didn't have the money to buy shoes or clothes for that matter.

Next time you should remember to sign out

Boston was here, have a great weekend! But next time you should remember to sign out.

My sister says mommy killed her. Mommy says I don't have a sister

My sister says mommy killed her. Mommy says I don't have a sister. My sister Lydia visits me every night. We play with dolls and tell scary stories. She's my best friend. Every time I try to tell my mommy about Lydia she yells. She hits me and throws water on my bed. Then I have to sleep in it. I don't sleep well at all. One night was too much. I was up late playing with Lydia and I accidentally let out a laugh. She stormed into my room. The sound of her walking shook the floor. I scrambled to get into bed. I didn't make it. "Who are you laughing at!?".....she growled. "Lydia." I whispered. She beat me. She laid me on the ground and threw her fists into my face. She threw me at the window leaving a spider crack from the center. I'm bloody all over at this point. Non recognizable. She finally stopped. But, I closed my eyes and I woke up in a field of sunflowers. I can't even be scared at this point, I'm at peace. I look over and I see Lydia walking toward me. "Mommy killed me when I talked about Heather. Now all three of us can play together." Lydia said while taking my hand.

One Tree Hill :)

So I have completely wrapped myself up in this show. It's definitely not new, but omg! I have it on Netflix and I am so excited for what is to come. I have watched the characters grow from sophomores in high school to NBA stars, authors, pop stars, fashion designers, and parents. I definitely didn't think that everything that happened in the show was going to happen. A lot of characters that I dearly loved either died or they left randomly. I never thought that any of them could ever amount to what they have become and honestly with how screwed up they were in high school I never thought that they would be good parents...but they are absolutely amazing.

Boo's Story

I'm sleeping in my bed, snuggling with my teddy bear. Mommy and Daddy had just tucked me in and I was sleep and sound. My door creaks open and I see shadows on the wall. It's a short shadow next to a tall shadow. I turn around in my bed and I see them. A huge, blue, fuzzy, walking teddy bear and I short bowling ball with one eye and legs. I wasn't scared...I just walked to them. I wanted to be their friend. I sneaked through the door with them. I tore their home up and annoyed them enough to make them love me. Then they sent me home and I cried until it was finally time to become my own monster.

Seriously.

Well this is going to be extremely morbid because I do not want to do this. It's not that I have a hatred for him..I'm just tired of hearing about him. So, if I was the Saget I would probably walk into the pit of hell. Maybe I would meet the three headed dog from Harry Potter and walk into the face of death, oh but wait. That won't be the end of Bob. To end me I will walk into a pot of sulfuric acid and let it kill me. Oh jeez that's not enough to kill me! Uncle Jesse will then smash a guitar over my head.

The Only Thing I Ever Do

Zane. That is what I am an expert at. I know exactly what he needs when he first wakes up. A glass of milk and a bowl of dry cereal. I know exactly what every cry means. I know when it's fake and when he actually  needs something. I know how to calm him down when he's scared. I know how to get him to simmer down after he gets angry with something (that's usually a whoopin). I know every little detail about my favorite little boy's life. I know his first stuffed animal. I remember his first night home. I remember the first time he walked across my pawpaw's living room. I am an expert at Zane Jefferson Womack.

The Voices in my Head

I have always been very critical of myself and one of my biggest arguments is when I don't do something the best it could have happened. I am a huge perfectionist and I have always been very hard on myself and when I do something below perfect I get extremely angry at myself. I probably have this argument with myself about twenty times a day. I just feel like sometimes in my head I put these huge standards on what I need to do. Then it stressed me out and then it puts a huge toll on my body. So in the end I win and lose the fight because I make myself feel like crap for the work I've done...but then in the same turn I suffer the stress.

The Beginning of the End

So far school isn't too bad. The toughest class so far would probably be anatomy. There is a lot of memorization and holy big words in it. But, I'm probably looking forward the most to human development and psychology because I've always wanted to understand people and the reasons why they do things. I probably could have used a few more weeks of vacation because well I got myself spoiled with having to see Dakohta pretty much every single day and now I'm lucky for like two times a week at best. My goal for this year is to remain the second in the class (maybe even first..but that probably won't happen) and to get accepted to an amazing college to jumpstart my career. It's senior year and I want to bust it out and leave this chapter on a good note.