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i know i'm not perfect. i know i never will be. now, normally in response to this wisdom, i would do everything in my power to be as close to perfect as humanly possible; sometimes, though, nights turn out like tonight.
i'm not gonna say i'm a ******** up; i'm not gonna say i'm good. i wanna give this from my perspective, cuz i had some pretty interesting experiences. for starters, i went out to a lake in the middle of nowhere past the freeway for my cuz's nieces (no relation, long story) birthdays, as well as the b-day of one of their cuzs (yet again, no relation) and the whole meeting new people went pretty well and fun. i mean, they were cool, and i met a lil autistic girl who declared i was her best friend =]
to make matters cooler, the weather got stormy and the electricity actually went out. it was around eight o'clock, and we left around nine, when we figured it was safe. it was like driving through water world, though. haha, shocking considering the average rainfall of my region. haha.
then i left my cuz's house after an hour. now, that's when things started going downhill. i dropped my phone and now it's not working, so all contact with anyone else in the world is lost. i walked into my house to realize my sis's friend was over and- to no one's surprise- the girls had been drinking. so my buzzed sis and her equally enibriated friend were sitting around laughing at nothing. however, they were only buzzed. then i found out my sis is a smoker. oh what else could this child honestly do?
so there was my first cigarette. still got the taste in my mouth despite my first mojito that i had to wash it down.
i had to leave them, though. loud, drunk mexican chicks laughing and screaming in spanish- not my cup of tea. i mean, i feel glad that i've learned a bit more about my sis and that i had some new experiences, but when the cats away, must the mice really play? can't the mice just take the vacation as a time to chill? it's lame.
and my brother's been asleep through all of this, unaware of our interesting events. i love my bro. he doesn't make me wanna do stupid s**t, he doesn't fake 100% mexican/spanish speaker to bug me (which gets annoying, cuz i'm not entirely fluent and the chick takes advantage of it) and i don't have to fake around him. mikey doesn't know i'm gay, but i'd rather have a bro love me even with oblivion than a sis who expects me to keep her secrets when she can't keep mine. i'd rather have a brother teach me to fight and beat the crap outta each other than this overly relaxed sis with a short fuse. it's not right. i mean, this smoking is probably why she's so much shorter than my brother and i, and there's no telling what this alcohol has done since she's so small. with me, i downed the mojito like nothing, but i'm 30 lbs and 4 and a half inches bigger than she is. it won't affect me, regardless of how less frequently i take it.
good news: i got a bit of a tan out at the lake.
 the_forgotten_thought · Sun Sep 06, 2009 @ 08:26am · 0 Comments |
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