pencil

            I hate writing with a pencil.  I hate the way it’s easily smudged and the sound it makes when moving across a piece of paper.  Plus mine seemed to be those mysterious pencils that break all the time, especially when there’s no sharpener.  Clicky pencils are ok but I’d still prefer a pen.  Even with those, my lead runs out all the time.  Pencil can be erased though, which can be a help, but I still scribble over words just out of habit.  A pen’s tip never changes- same size and shape.  Sometimes the pencil tip sucks and annoys me. I’m a complainer about pencil usage.

success or failure

            I hope not to be a failure at the end of my life, of course because everyone wants success.  Even if I’m not rich, and I’ve been divorced 3 times with 8 kids and still working at the age of 60 (which better never happen!), as long as I can be happy in the end, I wont feel like a failure.  Though now I get nervous that I’m going nowhere in life, basically because I have a crumby job and still feel like I’m in high school.  I don’t know what I consider to be successful though.  As long as I’m happy then I’ve succeeded.

water

I’m not to sure how I feel about water.  It’s good for you of course and it’s a good source of hydration obviously when you’re parched.  But I just can’t get myself to even come close to drinking the recommended 8, 8 ounce glasses everyday.  If I’m dying of thirst and my only options are semi sour milk or water – I’m choosing the milk.  I like flavored water, but plain water? – Rather not!  I also don’t understand why water isn’t free.  It’s available everywhere and if I was daring I could stand outside and catch some when it rains.  Boggles my mind.

chair

            Pulling people’s chairs away was the biggest thing in middle school.  Me and my group of friends did it to everyone, even to each other.  We were really slick at it though where no one would know who did it.  I always had the fear of sitting with lots of people around because if I forgot to hold my chair as I sat, there was a chance I was going down.  Thankfully we’ve grown up and I can sit in peace.  Though there are certain occasions when someone’s chair is pulled, and we all laugh with great enjoyment.  We’re immature at heart.

garden

            My grandma’s idea of a garden is a small dirt patch, surrounded by a small fence, and filled with stupid plastic spinning things on a stick.  Just because some are flowers doesn’t make a difference; there plastic.  I laugh, she’s old and crazy.  I guess it’s nice that it never has to be watered, which I better not ever catch her out there with a watering can!  And nothing ever dies.  It will always be a colorful garden, even when it’s too cold for real flowers.  My grandma, she’s precious, her and her garden of plastic flowers.

drive

            I love Westport.  I love that I live here.  Driving around certain parts, especially down by the beach, doing nothing, nowhere to be, anytime, day or night, it’s so relaxing.  My friends and I do it so much.  Just take a drive.  What I see when I take a drive, you don’t see in the city.  I hate to drive in the city, but I always have to.  It’s so nice when you’re free and you drive back into the calm and pretty area I call home.  The boonies of Westport, like deep nowhere, are the best when I just want to go for a drive.

instrument

            It’s amazing to me when people can play any kind of musical instrument.  Being musically inclined is a good thing in my book.  I obviously would never sit there and listen to someone play the tuba; it’s got to be drums or guitar.  I myself would love to be able to play the piano.  I’ve tried.  Too many keys to know which ones to hit.  I wish I had that talent.  Maybe I should have joined band in middle school.  Ya that’s funny.  I actually sat around a campfire once and we all listened to someone play the guitar.  Corny, but it was entertaining.

painting

            What happened to the good old days of finger-paint?  I guess when you reach a certain age you’re expected to be neat and tidy, you know, keep inside the lines, not make such a mess.  But that’s my favorite part.  Even if I try to be clean, I will always end up with paint on me.  I like it though, which is why I love finger-painting.  Oh I can feel the colorful paints on my hands now.  Even better is when you have a big fresh white piece of paper to go to town on.  I get along great with the younger crowds.

birthday

            My birthday seems to be coming faster and faster every year.  I was just complaining that I wanted my license.  Then it was that I wanted to be able to go to the clubs without using someone else’s id.  And last year’s birthday, I can remember the entire day.  Well it’s my birthday again in March and I don’t want to get older.  I’m turning 19 and in two years I’ll 21 and able to drink.  Four years from then, I’ll hit the half way mark to 30.  Then it’s all down hill from there.  I just want to stay a kid!

football

            Ask me who won the football game last night and I’ll laugh in your face.  Ask me to name a person, besides Tom Brady, from the Patriots and I’ll tell you Kobe Bryant.  What’s the score?  Ya, ok!  I know nothing of football except that I get great enjoyment out of rooting against a room full of people.  My eyes maybe on the screen, but I’m clueless.  I look for the team with the cutest, buffest players.  I think it’s ridiculous how people get so stressed and angry when our team looses.  Besides, I think all the games are rigged anyway.