the goysich nelsons

i've been wanting to write this post for like 2 weeks. sometime around then i came home for supper after work *a new requirement- for me to come home for supper* and basically treated my family like crap the whole meal. a lot of my friends think it's odd/ unique that my family eats together a lot- and it's not just half of the family- we all eat together. we wait for dad to get home usually. now i'm the last one to get there, so they were already eating by the time i got home that day. i snapped at josh because he was being a salt nazi lol. i told daniel to stop messing with his chocolate milk because he already had half the bottle in his glass. i told dad to back off and stop making stupid rules. i got frustrated at sambo for whining about eating his onions. how petty am i?!?! anyway, i was being a brat altogether and i was just sick of i don't know what, but i didn't feel like being around them all right then. i finished my food like 15 minutes everyone else and had to wait for them, so that didn't help. josh poked me toward the end and asked me what my problem was. i told him nothing. he said "nothing, or nothing that you want to tell us?" he said that i looked bored with the family. mom said i just looked angry. the conversation pretty much died right then and i took care of my plate and went to my room to get my stuff to leave. as i was shoving an extra pair of clothes into my bag i thought about how much of a brat i was during supper and felt really bad. i mean, they didn't even do anything to me but annoy me and i was all crappy to them! on my way out i stopped to appologize, because i didn't feel like i should leave our house on the same note that i left the table. my family was all sitting around the living room, reading the paper and playing legos ect. it almost was awkward for me to walk in on them. and my crazy family, as soon as i said "i'm sorry", was all over me! sambo was so excited with his newest lego ship that he had to show me. daniel and josh force fed me this sickeningly sweet chocolate shake thing they made while dad laughed at us. mom stopped clearing the dining room table to hug me goodbye. and then i walked out the door and left.

what the heck would possess them to love me so much? why would the people that i'm the rudest to be the most willing to forgive me for anything i do at the drop of a pin? i have no idea, but my family's the greatest and i love them.

Carefree AZ

she loved him like he was the last man on earth and gave him everything she ever had. he'd break her spirit down, then come lovin' up on her; give a little then take it back. she'd tell him about her dreams, but he'd just shoot 'em down. Lord he loved to make her cry. "you're crazy for believing" "you'll never leave the ground" he said only angels know how to fly. and with a broken wing she still sings. she keeps an eye on the sky. and with a broken wing she carries her dreams. man you oughta see her fly! one sunday morning, she didn't go to church. he wondered why she didn't leave. he went up to the bedroom, and found a note by the window, with the curtains blowing in the breeze. man you oughta see her fly

the "reccommended dr"

Jeez what did dr urshel do to me??? i was knocked out for an hour and wake up with bruises all over and i can't feel my face. four days later, i still look like a crazy chipmunk. getting your wisdom teeth out may be necessary, but it's definitely not enjoyable! the only thing that helps is sherbert push ups, chicken n' stars soup, and lots of codine.

logs of blogs

i now have four:
myb log- a link off of uncle matt's blog
club 500 (500c.blogspot)
toast crumbs (theoffshoot.blogspot)
out loud *this one's new!* (overandoutloud.blogspot)

the jukebox

i just noticed this weekend that sometimes when i let my mind wander, i think in book. for most of the day my thoughts ramble from umbrellas to what i did last night to why i'm going to college (who knows?!); but every once in a while i totally collect my thoughts to focus on one thing and put as many words into it as i can. i think in complete sentences (really- i sound like an idiot- but how many of you think in complete sentences?!... that's weird!) and go back to 'edit' what i've thought. it's not like i plan it out or make up stuff for fun or anything- i just catch myself thinking like i'm writing a book. usually it's about about the sky: the sunset, the clouds, the moon, a storm. that's all i got right now- i'm exhausted and i still have.... FORTY MINUTES
^clocking out^
....soon
ang