Mother Earth Is Pregnant For the Third Time
Sunday, Feb. 15, 2004 // 2:08 pm
I'm sort of uneasy and apprehensive about this whole ear-piercing thing. I took a shower and am all ready to go but I don't know if I want to go. I'm acting like I'm five years old.
It shouldn't matter to me if it hurts or not because the pain is irrelevant to life anyways. Like I said a couple days ago, I hope we get to go to Good Will.
Last night was Owen's birthday party. It was fun, not like I remember a lot. I'm in this point in my life where nothing feels real. The detachment from reality thing.
Oh yeah, and yesterday, mom tried to fix the whole YMCA banning thing and told people that I didn't hit the kid. She has friends who work there and ended up telling them what my side of the story was. I actually did hit the bastard kid with a basketball and didn't remember.
The numbness and no reality thing! Again it strikes, aha! So when mom blamed it on me that I made her look like an ass because she was trying to get me out of it, I cried. I don't like being blamed for an assault. Plus, if the fucking ball didn't HURT the kid, then why are we even still sort of fighting about it.
So I was crying and dad comes over to me and hugs me while I'm on the computer and says he loves me. Now, my mother probably thinks I'm a liar because I told her I didn't hit the kid, but I did hit him and can't remember.
It isn't even a big deal anymore so I'll stop talking about it.
We're going to leave to the mall soon. Ooh, yay. Then maybe I can convince mom to let Heather go to her friend's house so I can have the room to myself.