For some reason, I'm always the first person to have to give up their room. When I was a baby, I slept in my parents room because my four older siblings needed their space- I get that. I can't remember it anyway, so it's cool. Then we my parents split and my mom took her son, other daughter, and me, I still didn't have a room for another year. I flip-flopped between the attic, with my sister, and the only other bedroom, with my brother. Then when we moved to Missouri for a year, no room.
The good old days. When we were still creepy as fuck, and Ariyah's knee wasn't broken, and my grandmother wasn't dying of cancer.
When things were simple, and I still had my black dress shirt.
I'm a very impulsive person, and like all impulsive people, I have to cope in way. Some gamble, some, drink, some do drugs, I change my appearance. Do you know, I once shaved the sides of my head, dyed my hair pink and blue, and asked my friend to poke a hole in my nose because there nothing on television that night. Eventually, it just became an obsession. Why? I was this really shy girly-girl with blonde hair and a pink wardrobe. And then in eighth grade, I changed. I wore make up and band tee's, and dyed my long, ash and honey hair. It was only the underside, but people liked me more.
This weekend, my friends and I are taking a trip to the St Louis City Museum. I know what you're thinking- ew, right? Well, the City Museum isn't an ordinary museum; the entire building is a sculpture, open to the public. You climb, slide, crawl, explore, create. The best part is that you literally enter at your own risk. There are ball pits, rope swings, these weird straight walls that you can slide down, and there's only one actual staircase.
One of my cats just scratched the living Hell out of my wrist, so now I'm wearing a bandage that makes me look like Steve Carell in Little Miss Sunshine. I didn't hit the cat or anything- I understand that she's stressed by her new environment, and that she's been beaten a lot by her previous guardian.
I don't why my parents picked a rainy day to grill out, but it's happening. I would also like to point out that Spotify is glitching up and remixing my playlist, and I'm eating Pixy Stix like my step dad chain smokes..
Anyway, this is the first presidential election that I've ever had something to say about. I genuinely hope Obama wins, and it's not because of the whole PRIDE thing- I supported him before he did that, and then that blew me away. Obama is legitimately trying to fix our economy, give us health care, and fight for our rights.
My little brother Eli, he's six and he's already awesome. He likes Star Wars, horror movies, Batman, and video games. Seriously, this one time my older brother left Mortal Kombat on in his room, and Eli figured out how to play AND WON. He's also going to end up being the best fucking drummer in the world- two weeks ago, he started playing Finger Eleven's Paralyzer on a water bottle in the parking lot of Shop N Save, AND HE WAS SPOT ON.
NEW GOAL: Get a job and buy that kid a fucking kit.
DEAL WITH IT.
P.S. The band-aid on my nose is to cover the fresh piercing.
You do know that's no longer a country, right?
"It's not? What is it now?"
Czech Republic and Slovakia, Leanna.
...January 1, 1993.