Totally random

A short story that I stumbed upon from last Christmas:

There she goes, clutching Teddy's hand with nail-bitten fingers. Who was supposed to keep an eye on her today? There she goes, walking along, walking alone. Doesn't anyone notice the little girl? Shouldn't there be someone? She's so very small in this land that is mall. Giant green trees and good grandfathers in red. Is there anyone here for her? I can hear the voices of a thousand people, talking about what to get Aunt Sue or who's dating who. Maybe there's someone looking for this girl in blue cowboy boots. Maybe they've forgotten. Maybe she's better off alone, dazed by windows filled with treasures, walking along.

Walmart in the morning...

Mmkay so I'm back at my mom's house again. :(

If I just avoid coming home for as long as possible, it's alright. Tonight I went to bowling practice, then to dinner and finally to a Starbucks where I did all my homework. I just got home about an hour ago (around 10) and my mom had just gone to bed when I got here, so it worked out well. I really miss my best friend. I haven't seen her in almost a month because her parents have kept her grounded for so long. It's ridiculous. I just need to see her like at least once a week. I got to talk to her for like two hours tonight, but it just never seems to be enough compared to actually seeing her. I really hate it.

Last night was fun though, my stepmom (I'm going to refer to her as that even though she technically isn't. I just find it much easier.) and I went to dinner at this little Mexican place that has amazing food. Then we went grocerry shopping and had a shopping cart race with the little electric wheelchairs because there wasn't really anyone there. We got some weird stares though... Then we stayed up talking about just random crap until like 1 or so. I really like talking to her at night. It's just a good closing to the day, and it puts me at ease before I go to sleep. I actually function better if I only get like 4 -6 hours of sleep than if I sleep like eight, so it's convenient because it doesn't get in the way of my sleeping habits (she said that she was the same way). Anyway, I really miss being there. On to a weirdish story that I thought was really cool after I thought about what I was thinking at the time(is that clear? haha)...

On Wedenesdays, I have my free period first so I don't have to be at school until 10, but just randomly woke up early anyway (this is a good thing I guess... maybe I'm getting used to school time?) so I went to Walmart to get car paint to decorate my friend's car for her birthday. I was looking through my car for my wallet when I saw these two homeless people just sitting on a bench near the parking lot. At first I felt bad for them, but when I started thinking about it, I actually got a little jealous. I mean yes, it was slightly cold, but they were together there, keeping each other warm, and I just thought to myself, this is how it should be. They were just in their own little world there, sitting and laughing about something, enjoying the talking and the closeness in the chilly morning air. They looked so happy, much happier than the snobby rich people that fill the halls of my school.
And I was jealous.

Switchmans sleeping, train hundred and two is on the wrong track and headed for you...

Today I went to see my therapist, and I fell asleep in her waiting room because I was so tired - I had four and a half hours of homework last night. Two were from my EVIL English teacher, who I am convinced hates all teenagers. He gives out bad grades, even when you work your ass off. For example. after spending those two hours on homework, I recieved an 80 on the quiz that covered the material. It's rediculous. I see nothing wrong with getting an 80, but I spent literally hours on this assignment (read 27 pages about writing papers/speeches/whatever in an English book with print so small you can barely see, then write three two-page essays on various aspects of the lesson) .

Then, my sister called about 10:30 because she left her laptop in my car. Apparently it was my fault even though I nicely (and calmly) offered to meet her and mom somewhere with it, or bring it to her school in the morning. Anyway, she convinced my mom to drive across town (40 min each way) to pick it up at my dad's. When my mom got here, she was pissed at me, and she told me that I should call my sister to appologize. It's unreal what she can get away with. My dad's gf and I started talking about it afterwards, and we ended up talking until 2am. It was a really good conversation, and it made me realize even more how much I shouldn't trust my mom. She lied to me about a lot of things that happened in court during the divorce, and because she lost so badly there, I think she may use my sister and I as weapons against my dad to some degree. She's kept me in the dark all these years, and now I just can't trust her. She said she'd never lie, but I saw the court records. I don't know what's going to come in the future. I'm looking at boarding schools, as usual, but I think my mom is just looking to entertain me, and keep me quiet. I seriously doubt that she'd send me away when the rubber hits the pavement.