Friday, November 25, 1983
Yesterday was Thanksgiving. Our family ate alone...again. We invited the Crosby's (my cousins) to come but they decided not to. I am going to go crazy. Every kid in our family is a hyper spaz. Donna (my Navajo foster sister) can't hold still for one minute, she's always shaking her hands. Katrine is always jumping around the house with her stupid Chinese jumprope, Ray is always a spaztic and he is so ugly he makes me sick. Daniel and Ben are just plain brats in every way.
Saturday, November 26, 1983
At noon we had to do a bunch of running around to the feedstore, tire store, grocery store and to get my suit drycleaned. I didn't want to go because I was expecting a call from Doug and on top of that it is a total bore running around with all of my bratty brothers. They're all such scrounges, especially Ray.
Tuesday, March 19, 1985
Today everything that could have gone wrong did. First of all, it was very hard getting up this morning. Once I finally got out of bed, my eyes were totally blood shot, just as they have been every day lately. I rely on Visine. I had 3/4 bottle left but then Ben dumped it down the drain, so I went to school looking completely stoned. On top of that, my face is breaking out again.........
In English I flunked a quiz, then I had to DRAG my boring, unenthusiastic, lazy, underachiever, immature can't ever be serious friend Brett to it. I yearn to get excited and have school spirit, but with Brett all I do is get frustrated and depressed......during the assembly Claire gave me a very crusty, hateful
look. . . . . .then someone stole my lock right off of my locker in weight lifting. . .I had no choice but to hurry and change and fling my clothes into Kerry Walter's locker, and now they smell like I've been smoking. Then I was late for weight lifting and I got there just in time to realize it was our max test. Joy, hallelujah! I did improve on my bench press but to be totally honest, I wasn't honest and I didn't do a squat or a dead lift but I estimated (quite honestly) and said that I got a 170 squat and a 210 dead lift.....Coach Bluth made my day...
We were calling out our scores and he asked for my squat weight. . when he got to me, I called out "170."
He rudely replied, "I said SQUAT first!"
"That was my squat." I squeaked, face reddening.
He smirked. "Oh, sorry." Well, you can imagine what my gracious class thought of that one!
Finally, class ended. I walked up to seminary with Brett, in a very quiet and grouchy mood. Picture this: A 5'7" zit faced 99 pound 16 year old with bloodshot eyes, scowling at most people, smiling at a select few. He has a boy following him who likes to eat and be lazy and wears a pea green jacket and puts Dippity Doo in his hair because it is "too long....I can't work with it" following him......
I came home and the house was a mess....so I cleaned the house and then began putting the new kitchen faucet in when Dad comes storming in, shoving Ray in front of him. Ray's head is gushing blood all over the floor. He had fallen into the basement foundation of the house being built next to us. Of course, he was screaming. I looked at his injury and about threw up. It was about 5:15, and Dad had chores to do, so I drove Mom and Ray to the hospital. The cut was an
inch and a half long, right in the middle of his forehead, and it went clear to the skull. It was gruesome. They allowed me to stay right there and watch it all. It was sickening....
We got home and found that Dad had busted the kitchen pipes completely....so now we are completely without water in our kitchen. . . .it will probably stay that way for about a month!
ON TOP OF ALL THAT, MY TYEPWRITER IS STILL NOT FIXED SO I CAN'T PRACTICE MY TYPING TIMED TEST!!!!!
It seems my positive attitude has gone down the toilet and I can feel how it is ruining my personal relationships.
That's where I'll stop. But don't worry, there's plenty more where this came from!