So I had another one of those dreams yesterday morning. If I had just gotten up when Adam went to work I wouldnt have subjected myself to it. This time I was running through a cornfield. Yes I know sounds stupid. But I was being chased by a man in a corn harvester or what ever the heck that big farm machinery thing is. I dont recall who the person was this time. But the man once again got a friend of mine. When I ran out of cornfield to run through, I ran into this house. The lady in the house picked up the phone to call the cops and get me some help when the man came in and shot her. Ok so why is this happening. Just as I run out the door with the man hot on my heals, my cell phone rang and I woke up. Talk being saved again.
Im so sick of these dreams.
So I am sitting here at work and have been staring at some blank pages most of the night. I have yet to get my assignment for writing done yet. I just cant draw a single bead of thought. Its due Monday and the only thing I can get is stupid. I have to write a letter to a friend or such that is a portrait of myself. I have to use metaphors, similies and figurative language to describe my physical being, personality and likes and dislikes. Problem is I can not come up with anything to save my life. I thought this assignment would be fun but it has become extremly hard for me. Plus we have to share these in class on Monday morning. I just dont know what I am going to share with every one... I have no clue what to even come close to writing. Any ideas???
My father.... What can I say. He keeps tryin to call me and I keep not answering. Its not that I dont love my dad. Because I do. Either he calls at a time I can not get to the phone or he calls and I dont have the phone on me. So I havent avoided him in so many words. But why do I feel guilty? I shouldnt. He hasnt always been there for me. I just need time of my own. I dont want him showing up here. I dont want him showing up and screwing up anything for Matt, Mom and me. We are all doing so well that I dont want him to mess that up. I know that sounds cruel. But if you knew anything about the history of us and him you would understand. Matt and I are not buying his sob stories. Lisas tired of his crap and Hope refuses to let him contact her and will change her number if he gets his hands on it. So do you think we are all bad children? I hope not. We are just the children that cant handle any more pain or suffering on his behalf.
My mom on the other hand is wonderful. Matt and I are going in on halves for her for a present that she has always wanted for christmas. I cant wait to see her face when she opens her gift. Adam, Bill and I are going shopping in the morning to pick out the right one. I am so excited. I really am glad that we can do something so nice for her this year. Matt is too. We are very attached to our mother considering that she has never ever left us the way our dad has. She has always been there and stood by us even when we were miles away and were not able to see her on a regular basis. Mom is our rock.
Ok time for me to get back to the paper I have no clue how I am going to get through. Hmm lets see if I can even get any ideas on the paper that I am writing notes on. So far all my notes suck. Lets hear it for similies, metaphors and figurative language! Im about as creative as a wet brick. Go me!
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