If they sell my car for the price that we believe it is worth, then we can pay off what we owe on it and take the left over money and buy me another car.  Then this way it is paid for and i have something different to drive that’s paid for.  I actually like the sound of this after all.  For a month now I have been looking on craigslist and in trader papers trying to get an idea of what I want, but my car still has not been listed to sell anywhere.  For some reason, mom and dad are putting it off and nagging me to stop putting so many miles on it.  I feel that if they want to stop driving it, then they should put a pep in their step about selling it; it shouldn’t be hard to sell, it is a pretty rare car.  It’s a 2006 VW Beetle with a turbo diesel engine and a tiptronic DGS gear shift.  Basically, the transmission is built like those of the big tractor trailer trucks and is a very durable car.  It comes fully equipped with the nicest package you can get and although diesel fuel is a little pricey, it gets about forty city miles per gallon, and fifty highway.

All I am saying is if they are going to sell it, they need to do so soon before I change my mind and not want to see it go.  Either way I am going to miss that little car.

I told myself right then and there ” I am in the wrong class.”  That kind of stuff is not for me and I am okay with that.  I will just finish my associates and get a bachelor’s degree in business and be on my way.  I know doctors have better pay and easier chance of finding work, but there is no way I can handle all of that mess.  So in result of my weak stomach, my plans of being a vet will become non existent.  Oh well, I tried.

                All of these thoughts are going through my head for the simple fact that my mom doesn’t like me staying over there and I don’t know why.  It doesn’t anger me that she feels that way it just puts a lot of strain on me at night when I am so tired I can’t hold my eyes open and she expects me to drive the twenty-three minute drive home.  That always sucks and I just would rather stay there.  I really don’t feel it is that big of a deal, but I guess you could say my parents are just a little old fashion.  They were married and had three kids by the time they were thirty.  I just want to live my life and be happy and not have to worry about where I am staying.  If I were either of my two sisters, my parents would have no idea where and who I was staying with because I would be in Wilmington at college.  But instead of doing that, I stayed home to save money so I have different rules.  Being the youngest girl, I guess I just don’t get as much freedom.  Oh well, life’s a beach.

                We decided to do this on a whim sense Jimmy already had all the equipment and materials to house a small reptile and I had a new found glory for things like that.  It’s funny though, because everybody I have told about him to have been like “why in the world would you get a gecko?”  Why not, people!  If you seen him, you would think he’s cute, so stop hating on my son. 

Maybe I’ll say something about my job; The Pretzel Twister.  Located in the West Field shopping mall, I have been employed here since June 24.  The only reason I remember the day is because my mom’s birthday was the 22 and I told her that I got a job for her birthday; she was happy.  Like it was my fault I had to quit my last one to play soccer and this economy was taking over all the part time jobs around.  Anyways, I fairly enjoy my job give or take every so often when the boss lady goes crazy or I end up having to cover someone else causing me to work a nine and a half hour shift.  Once again, not my fault they’re understaffed.  One time, I came into work and we were not very busy so my boss lady, who tends to get crazy sometimes, handed me a bottle of Clorox and a rag and said “scrub the floors.”  I thought the fumes were going to be the death of me, but I still scrubbed away with a smile on my face.  I believe that is the only reason she likes me now.  And it was worth it too. But on the positive side, the food is great and the discounts are worth every weekend night spent slaving away with a dust pan and mop.

                Most of the guys I have dated turned out to be such losers, and the last one topped them all.  Now that I see the real him, he does not even compare to my current, amazing boyfriend.  The particular ex of mine I am speaking about, Jacob made me feel like I was crazy or something; he always thought of a reason to not hang out with me or go places with me.  I mean, who has a girlfriend that they don’t want to hang out with?  It made no sense.  He drove me crazy and brought me down so low; there were multiple nights in a row that I would cry myself to sleep.  All of my family and close friends saw that he wasn’t treating me right and knew that I deserved better, but still he told me he loved me and I was a fool to say it back. 

                Good thing he’s gone right?  Today, I am happy and completely content with my life and the people in it.  My current boyfriend, Jimmy is a one hundred and ten percent better match for me.  He loves me for who I am and he accepts my flaws; he always wants to see me and I am constantly with him when possible.  We have only been talking/dating for two months and we already know more about each other that my last boyfriend and I did; we dated for four months and I didn’t see him as much as I see Jimmy.  That’s how I like it, close and able to spend all day every day with each and love and enjoy every second of it.  He makes me happy and I really hope our relationship last because it would be extremely hard to replace him; there’s just no comparing.

                In our family, there are three brunettes, and three blondes, but only two of those blondes have blue eyes: me and my dad.  Some say I am a spitting image of my dad when he was younger, but with a girly touch I hope.  My sisters and younger brother knew it too; I was daddy’s little girl and I would always be.  Although that was then and things are changing in my life, my relationship with my dad will hopefully stay strong.

                Here lately, I’ve really started stretching my legs and boundaries as an eighteen year old with my parents.  I don’t stay home too much anymore and for the most part, they don’t say too much about it, although, I know they miss seeing me around, dad especially.  I’m afraid that my dad thinks he is losing me as his baby girl, but in reality I’m still me and I know in my heart that I will always be his little girl.  I greatly appreciate both of my parents and what they do for me and even though I know I don’t say it enough, I love them and miss them when I’m gone.

I was fifteen in the summer of 2007; life was so much simpler then and I had the most amazing first, real boyfriend.  If anyone asked, HE was my first kiss; not the guy before.  This kiss was life altering and meant way more than “goodnight.”  It all started with a bet; we made and bet and I lost.  So, he would get a kiss for winning.  Sounds stupid really, but this was a moment that I relived twenty-seven times that week and still remember it like it was yesterday. 

                I’m still friends with this guy even though we do not date anymore and I know if I ever need anything, I can call him.  He’s always there to talk to if I need it, and even though our relationship didn’t last, our friendship has and I am thankful for that.

sisters

Okay, so I’ve talked about my little brother, Blake, and one of my older sisters, Sarah.  Now, I need to tell something about my oldest sister, Megan.  Megan is twenty four years old and though the age difference kept us from being real close when we were younger, we are closer than ever now.  Well, that is, in some ways.  You see, Megan moved to Wilmington, NC in 2004 where she attended college, graduated, and continued to live out there for two years with her boyfriend, John.  I would occasionally see her when she came to visit or when me and my sister would go down there for a weekend every now and then.  Every holiday, we saw her and on random long weekends, she might drive the four hour drive home and hang out with us.  Then, it seemed like she lived far away, but now it is clear that the four hour drive she once was from home was a lot shorter than the 4 day drive from she is now.  About a month ago, Megan and John moved to San Diego, California and I miss them both more than I thought I would.  My parents, I know, have issues with it, but it really came as no surprise when her mind was made up to move out there anyways.  Megan has always talked about moving to different places; she was never satisfied in Dallas, NC.  Which isn’t a bad thing, I’m just ready for Christmas now just so I can see my sister.