One day, at my old house, when I was in middle school, while I was home alone for the day, I was out in the field next to it in a watermelon patch. I was chopping some watermelons with my favorite machete at the time. Most of the watermelons that I was chopping were rotten. As I was doing this, a big sliver pickup truck came driving down the field behind me.
I ignored it and kept doing what I was doing until a man stepped out of the truck and started yelling,
"Hey you little son of a b*tch! Get over here!" he yelled.
I was dumbfounded as to why he was yelling this at me. I hesitated at first but then started walking over to him.
"Get in my f*ckin' truck, I'm taking you to the f*ckin' sheriff's office!"
"What's the matter?" I asked him.
He then went on to tell me that he owned the "d*mn" property that I lived on, including the field, and that me chopping the watermelons was a crime. He yelled at me about them costing money, and then he continuously told me to get into his truck. He had another guy with him but the guy didnt say anything, he just watched. I knew that I wasnt supposed to get in cars with strangers. This old man who was yelling at me, his face was trembling all over. His lips quivered, and I was legitimately freaked out.
"Get in the truck! I'm takin' you to the sheriff's office!" he repeated.
"Can I at least go up to my house and call my parents to tell them where I'm going?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied, "but you better hurry the hell up!"
I started power-walking away from him trying to be as calm as I could as he and his friend climbed back into his truck. As soon as I looked back and saw that I was out of his sight, I began sprinting full-speed back to my house as fast as I could. I ran into the house, and as soon as I got inside, I locked the back and front door, then grabbed my cell phone and ran down to my basement to make sure that the door down there was locked. I called my stepmother and sobbed hysterically into the phone about what was happening. Our connection kept breaking up until finally I lost cell phone service. I called her back and she told me to go back upstairs and get the house-phone.
I went upstairs and stayed crouched as low as I could as I crawled towards the house-phone. Suddenly, the old man began banging on the back door to my house and ringing the door bell at the same time. I grabbed the house-phone and ran back down to my basement as he continued to bang on the door and yell for me to come out.
I ended up talking my stepmom, who was speeding on her way home, and then my dad who stayed on the phone and tried to keep me calm. Suddenly, I saw some shadows moving across the basement and looked up to see that the old man and his friend were walking around me house, peering into the windows of my basement, trying to see where I was. I moved into a hidden part of the basement where they wouldn't be able to see me, and then the house-phone began to beep...it was going dead. The phone finally died and cut me off from my father and I hid in the basement, shaking all over as I waited for my stepmom to get home.
Later, I saw my stepmom pull up in the driveway, and I ran upstairs to see what was happening. She was talking to the old man outside.
Turns out that this old man was our landlord, and he was pissed because I was chopping his watermelons for recreation, and they were valuable to him. He called the sheriff and had him come to our house where he spoke to me and basically threatened me that I could go to jail for something like that where I would get beat up and raped everyday. Our landlord said that he wanted me to come do physical labor for him one day, but I never did, so he can lick it.
I didnt have to go to the "sheriff's office" and I was fine after that.
So there.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
My Most Boring Day!
The other day I woke up and I was very excited because I was going to hang out with my friends. We were gonna go to a movie and then go hang out downtown and go get something to eat.
I tried to text my friends several times about our plans for that night, but they wouldn't respond. Finally, my friend Winston did, and he said that he had to cancel his plans because he was going out of town. One after the other, my remaining friends said that they couldnt hang out that night. When it turned out that I had been turned down by all of my friends, I didn't even bother to shower that morning because I had nothing to get ready for.
I thought about doing homework but was too lazy.
I layed on my floor for about 30 minutes trying to think of something to do, but I couldnt.
Then I went outside to throw the ball for my dogs, but my dad had taken them to the vet, so I wacked some trees with sticks for a little while. I almost decided to run but then decided that I didn't feel like it.
I walked back in the house and ate a peanut-butter and jelly and it tasted kind of boring. Then I went to watch TV and ended up watching 'Parental Control' for about 3 hours (even though I hate that show). Finally I got on the internet and watched YouTube videos for about 2 hours.
Then the day was over so I went to bed, but I couldn't really sleep all that good.
I tried to text my friends several times about our plans for that night, but they wouldn't respond. Finally, my friend Winston did, and he said that he had to cancel his plans because he was going out of town. One after the other, my remaining friends said that they couldnt hang out that night. When it turned out that I had been turned down by all of my friends, I didn't even bother to shower that morning because I had nothing to get ready for.
I thought about doing homework but was too lazy.
I layed on my floor for about 30 minutes trying to think of something to do, but I couldnt.
Then I went outside to throw the ball for my dogs, but my dad had taken them to the vet, so I wacked some trees with sticks for a little while. I almost decided to run but then decided that I didn't feel like it.
I walked back in the house and ate a peanut-butter and jelly and it tasted kind of boring. Then I went to watch TV and ended up watching 'Parental Control' for about 3 hours (even though I hate that show). Finally I got on the internet and watched YouTube videos for about 2 hours.
Then the day was over so I went to bed, but I couldn't really sleep all that good.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Computer Virus
The poor kid. He just wanted to do his paper. He just wanted to get an A, get his report card, and go out with his crush.
Not if I had anything to do about it.
This kid, this young boy, he had been crushing on the same girl since he was in the seventh grade. He was in the eleventh grade now, so that's a fairly good amount of time. She had finally started showing some interest in him, and they had planned to go hang out that weekend. The kid was sure that he would be able to kiss her and officially make her his own.
He just had to get an A on his next English paper that he had to do. If he did that, his C+ grade in the class would be bumped up to a B, his parents would be pleased, and they would allow him to go out.
So I weaved my way in and out of circuits, through a couple of hard drives, and finally through his Wi-Fi system until I was planted firmly in his computer. All he had to do was open the email...and he did.
As soon as he opened it, I brought his computer crashing down to Hell.
At this point the kid was over three-fourths of the way through his paper. That was when I completely erased it from the face of the earth.
After having the computer fixed, he found that his paper still could not be recovered. I had taken good care of it.
He attempted to write it several more times, but each time I was on top of him like white on rice. I erased each one. Even when he attempted to use a different computer, I followed him.
When the kid's English teacher became sick of his excuses, the teacher gave him the C on the report card.
The kid's parents didnt believe his excuse either. They weren't pleased, and they grounded him for a week, and he wasn't able to hang out with the love of his life.
So she went out that weekend and met another guy with whom she fell madly in love. She hooked up with that guy and never looked back at the kid. I had killed his paper, and his love life.
Mission Accomplished.
Not if I had anything to do about it.
This kid, this young boy, he had been crushing on the same girl since he was in the seventh grade. He was in the eleventh grade now, so that's a fairly good amount of time. She had finally started showing some interest in him, and they had planned to go hang out that weekend. The kid was sure that he would be able to kiss her and officially make her his own.
He just had to get an A on his next English paper that he had to do. If he did that, his C+ grade in the class would be bumped up to a B, his parents would be pleased, and they would allow him to go out.
So I weaved my way in and out of circuits, through a couple of hard drives, and finally through his Wi-Fi system until I was planted firmly in his computer. All he had to do was open the email...and he did.
As soon as he opened it, I brought his computer crashing down to Hell.
At this point the kid was over three-fourths of the way through his paper. That was when I completely erased it from the face of the earth.
After having the computer fixed, he found that his paper still could not be recovered. I had taken good care of it.
He attempted to write it several more times, but each time I was on top of him like white on rice. I erased each one. Even when he attempted to use a different computer, I followed him.
When the kid's English teacher became sick of his excuses, the teacher gave him the C on the report card.
The kid's parents didnt believe his excuse either. They weren't pleased, and they grounded him for a week, and he wasn't able to hang out with the love of his life.
So she went out that weekend and met another guy with whom she fell madly in love. She hooked up with that guy and never looked back at the kid. I had killed his paper, and his love life.
Mission Accomplished.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Lying: Entry # 22
It is definitely okay to lie. If you just got some socks from your grandmother for Christmas, and you absolutely hate them, you do not need to say "Grandma, I absolutely hate these socks!" Instead you should lie and say that you like them, because in that case, it is just flat-out polite to lie. If a friend were to ask you if you thought they were ugly it would be much better to lie to them if you actually do think they are ugly. If you dont you could kill their self-esteem.
So yeah, it's cool to lie. People do it all the time.
So yeah, it's cool to lie. People do it all the time.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
What I Stole: Entry # 21
Inventing a new character:
They were the kind of things that Santa Claus himeself would eat. Little sticks of white cotton candy that bloomed into magical flower-petals of cotton candy, or at least so the instructions said. I fled my mother's bathroom as fast as I could with the handful of them that I had grabbed. They felt smooth in my hand, wrapped in their classy flower-covered plastic wrapping. I was gonna sell them to my friends at school..to adults...maybe even to celebrities...or the president of the United States himself. People would pay big money for something like this. The delicate strings that you could hold while popping one into your mouth, where they would bloom like the delicious warm delight that they were. As I ran around the corner to my room, my mom appeared out of nowhere and stopped me. She asked what I was doing, and I lied to her face.
"You dont need those," she said, "those are things that ladies use to stay fresh."
She snatched them out of my hand and walked away. I was confused.
They were the kind of things that Santa Claus himeself would eat. Little sticks of white cotton candy that bloomed into magical flower-petals of cotton candy, or at least so the instructions said. I fled my mother's bathroom as fast as I could with the handful of them that I had grabbed. They felt smooth in my hand, wrapped in their classy flower-covered plastic wrapping. I was gonna sell them to my friends at school..to adults...maybe even to celebrities...or the president of the United States himself. People would pay big money for something like this. The delicate strings that you could hold while popping one into your mouth, where they would bloom like the delicious warm delight that they were. As I ran around the corner to my room, my mom appeared out of nowhere and stopped me. She asked what I was doing, and I lied to her face.
"You dont need those," she said, "those are things that ladies use to stay fresh."
She snatched them out of my hand and walked away. I was confused.
Free Write: Entry # 20
I've been trying to finish a short story in this class that is very important to me, but I keep getting pre-occupied with stupid blog entries that take up all my time. I really just want to work on the story, becaue I dont have time to work on it outside of school. There's so much that I need to get done now, but all of it is happening at the same time. Jeez, it gets exhausting.
Something happened that made me mad yesterday. Somebody laughed at the dreams of someone who is near and dear to me. The person was doing the laughing because they didn't think the dreams of the person would ever come true. I say, all the more power to the person who has the dreams. At least they have something that they are willing to work for. I think this person's dreams will come true, because they are good at what they dream of. The person who laughed has no right to do it because they are 44 years old and unemployed...so yeah, they're one to talk. Hah!
Something happened that made me mad yesterday. Somebody laughed at the dreams of someone who is near and dear to me. The person was doing the laughing because they didn't think the dreams of the person would ever come true. I say, all the more power to the person who has the dreams. At least they have something that they are willing to work for. I think this person's dreams will come true, because they are good at what they dream of. The person who laughed has no right to do it because they are 44 years old and unemployed...so yeah, they're one to talk. Hah!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
A Class I Would Add to Mon Don
If I could add one class to the Mon Don curriculum, it would be a home ec class because all of the seniors are about to be living on their own, and this is a class that helps people learn to do that. Students could get to learn to cook, operate a home, and have the basic manners that they should have aquired by the time they graduate high school. Most high schools have home ec classes and they are ones that can actually be fun.
So yeah, home ec.
So yeah, home ec.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
10 Things That Annoy Me
1.) When people take out their problems on me.
2.) People in couples that are addicted to each other.
3.) People who say our president is black (he's biracial, you idiots).
4.) People who suck at driving.
5.) Drugs and Alcohol (and the people who do them).
6.) Crappy rap (thank you, Lil' Wayne).
7.) Girls who think you're jockin...when you're not.
8.) People asking me if I've heard of a song that I introduced everyone to.
9.) Styles people think are cool but are cliche (e.g. Wayfarers)
10.) Racists
When People Take Their Problems Out on Me:
I mean seriously, it just p*sses me off. I dont care if you had a bad day at work, if you had a bad day yesterday, or if you're having a bad day, dont be jerk to me for it. Some shining examples of this would be when "people" get into an argument and one of the "people" in that argument turns around and takes it out on you by getting mad or something. Sometimes the person who takes it out on you does this to appease the other person they are in the fight with.
This definitely applies to teachers also. Just because you're in a bad mood doesn't mean you need to give your students an impossible pop quiz or some stupid crap like that. Teachers also dont need to intentionally make the class unenjoyable or hard just because they're in a foul mood. Overall, I just really hate it when people do this. If you're having problems, go hit a punching bag, exercise some of that aggression off, or go hit up some drugs if you're a lame drug-doer. Dont take your crap out on me.
2.) People in couples that are addicted to each other.
3.) People who say our president is black (he's biracial, you idiots).
4.) People who suck at driving.
5.) Drugs and Alcohol (and the people who do them).
6.) Crappy rap (thank you, Lil' Wayne).
7.) Girls who think you're jockin...when you're not.
8.) People asking me if I've heard of a song that I introduced everyone to.
9.) Styles people think are cool but are cliche (e.g. Wayfarers)
10.) Racists
When People Take Their Problems Out on Me:
I mean seriously, it just p*sses me off. I dont care if you had a bad day at work, if you had a bad day yesterday, or if you're having a bad day, dont be jerk to me for it. Some shining examples of this would be when "people" get into an argument and one of the "people" in that argument turns around and takes it out on you by getting mad or something. Sometimes the person who takes it out on you does this to appease the other person they are in the fight with.
This definitely applies to teachers also. Just because you're in a bad mood doesn't mean you need to give your students an impossible pop quiz or some stupid crap like that. Teachers also dont need to intentionally make the class unenjoyable or hard just because they're in a foul mood. Overall, I just really hate it when people do this. If you're having problems, go hit a punching bag, exercise some of that aggression off, or go hit up some drugs if you're a lame drug-doer. Dont take your crap out on me.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
3 Relatives
Max. Jena. Carol.
Max has a problem. I believe that he has tourettes syndrome because he cant stop cussing. He also takes naps just about all day and we cant get him to stop from sleeping. I have to drive him to school all the time and it really cheeses me off because it is taking him forever to get his driver's lisence. Freakin poo.
Jena is my sister. I dont see her all that much because she is busy going to college at UGA. I could visit her, but I hardly ever make the time to because I am busy with school. I hope that she is doing well though. She has a dog named Ruthie who is a pain in the butt because she is really loud and she barks all of the entire freakin time all day every day twenty-four hours inside of a day.
Carol is my mammy. She takes care of me and she makes me brownies, chicken and dumplings, chicken pot pie, dorito casserol, Brunswick stew, chocolate chip cookies, and a whole bunch of other yummy stuff. Gosh I'm hungry now. My mom also has an animal buying addiction which is why we own 4 mini donkeys, 5 dogs, 2 piggies, about 10 chickens, and like 10 duckies. They are all cuddly though, and I love them very much. I like to go up and visit them because it is a lot of funny fun for me...when I do that.
This blog is so boring. Peace out!
Max has a problem. I believe that he has tourettes syndrome because he cant stop cussing. He also takes naps just about all day and we cant get him to stop from sleeping. I have to drive him to school all the time and it really cheeses me off because it is taking him forever to get his driver's lisence. Freakin poo.
Jena is my sister. I dont see her all that much because she is busy going to college at UGA. I could visit her, but I hardly ever make the time to because I am busy with school. I hope that she is doing well though. She has a dog named Ruthie who is a pain in the butt because she is really loud and she barks all of the entire freakin time all day every day twenty-four hours inside of a day.
Carol is my mammy. She takes care of me and she makes me brownies, chicken and dumplings, chicken pot pie, dorito casserol, Brunswick stew, chocolate chip cookies, and a whole bunch of other yummy stuff. Gosh I'm hungry now. My mom also has an animal buying addiction which is why we own 4 mini donkeys, 5 dogs, 2 piggies, about 10 chickens, and like 10 duckies. They are all cuddly though, and I love them very much. I like to go up and visit them because it is a lot of funny fun for me...when I do that.
This blog is so boring. Peace out!
Friday, October 2, 2009
5 Remarkable Things in My Life
I helped out some homeless people this year.
I met one of my favorite horror directors and my favorite fake serial killer.
I went on a trip to the mountains with my dad.
I got a new puppy, two goats, and some duckys.
I started my senior year of high school.
When I heard that Rob Zombie's Halloween 2 was being filmed in Georgia, I flipped my...stuff! The Halloween horror franchise has always been one of my favorite ones. Michael Myers has always been my favorite horror movie serial killer. In addition, Rob Zombie is one of my favorite horror film directors because I like the way he pushes the envelope. I then became determined to find a way to get to the set and see H2 being filmed and watch it happen.
So I skipped school for a day and drove down to Newborn, Georgia where I got to watch a big party scene for the movie being filmed. There were big set pieces, people in costumes, and naked chicks galore! I had to make three visits to Newborn before I finally met everyone I wanted to. I didn't get back from one of those visits until 3:00 AM. On my first day, I met the guy who plays Michael Myers, Tyler Mane, and Scout Taylor Compton, the girl who plays the main character, Laurie Strode. On the third day, which really was the charm, I did some lying and managed to meet 3 legends: Rob Zombie, Malcolm McDowell, and Brad Dourif. I got autographs from all these people and several pictures. After all of this, I was sad when I finally saw the movie and it sucked BIG TIME! Too bad...
I met one of my favorite horror directors and my favorite fake serial killer.
I went on a trip to the mountains with my dad.
I got a new puppy, two goats, and some duckys.
I started my senior year of high school.
When I heard that Rob Zombie's Halloween 2 was being filmed in Georgia, I flipped my...stuff! The Halloween horror franchise has always been one of my favorite ones. Michael Myers has always been my favorite horror movie serial killer. In addition, Rob Zombie is one of my favorite horror film directors because I like the way he pushes the envelope. I then became determined to find a way to get to the set and see H2 being filmed and watch it happen.
So I skipped school for a day and drove down to Newborn, Georgia where I got to watch a big party scene for the movie being filmed. There were big set pieces, people in costumes, and naked chicks galore! I had to make three visits to Newborn before I finally met everyone I wanted to. I didn't get back from one of those visits until 3:00 AM. On my first day, I met the guy who plays Michael Myers, Tyler Mane, and Scout Taylor Compton, the girl who plays the main character, Laurie Strode. On the third day, which really was the charm, I did some lying and managed to meet 3 legends: Rob Zombie, Malcolm McDowell, and Brad Dourif. I got autographs from all these people and several pictures. After all of this, I was sad when I finally saw the movie and it sucked BIG TIME! Too bad...
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