Week 14: Turn and Face the Strange Changes

•  I didn't understand the importance of school.
•  I also had a lot of reasons to be sad which sucks b/c now I'm just sad constantly for no reason. buuuut it's life and it goes on! 
• I got back into my bad habits. Since December 11th of my Soph year I quit all of that for Ricky...and myself.
• I used to always wear headbands and do weird styles with my hair. 
• Ricky was still in HS but our relationship is better w/ him not.
• I have lost alot of friends through the duration of that time. But today I am slowly gaining my guy friends back and it's so nice b/c I have never really fit in with the girls. My whole life I have been a "tomboy" and girls just obsess over arguments and drama and I just don't like dealing with girls getting mad at me for being myself and not hanging out.  
• Things at home kind of suck right now. Well.. has sucked since my grandma passed. I mean that's not the only reason.. but anyways. My grandpa has dementia and constantly is depressed out of his mind and that's been really hard on my family. Props to my sister for taking care of him every single day, I truly admire her for that. 
• I have a job! 
• On Easter I found out where my uncle would be located. He moved away, changed his number, and stopped talking to our whole family my 8th grade year b/c of his issues w/ his kids. So on Easter I showed up at the place he was at..his parents called him outside and he didn't even recognize who I was. When they told him he almost burst into tears. He really missed me and I missed him. Sooo that's awesome.
• I have dealt with harder things happening to me..especially after this summer. But I have come into more peace with it and I'm waay stronger than I used to be

Week 13: Turkey Day Massacre

Well most turkeys have to face the end of their lives. But a smart turkey would do his research. One of the many families that don't eat turkey on thanksgiving would be the Clayton house hold. On the holidays I fly toward the Clayton homestead and hide in their grain bin. They wont eat me and they all stay inside so therefore they wont find me. Their dog might find me though that's why I have to be extra quiet for the holiday weekend. It is nice and cozy in the left over corn that I can eat in the grain bin. If they found me I truly would get shot though because the farmer Steve likes to shoot anything that the dog doesn't kill. Or that he doesn't want the dog to kill cause he's scared of it passing on diseases to the dog. But for the most part as long as I stay quiet and leave at 1 am everyone will be inside and I can leave. I will probably pack some booze though because it will be a stressful stay in the dark tin.

Week 12: On my Ipod

I love music. So many memories are associated with songs. One good memory is the song "Bad boys" (The Cop song) One night there were a crap ton of Cops posted up in washburn standing in a circle. There was like 7 different cop cars sitting by the post office. Me, Jess, Jordan, my friend Maddy and her friend John all drove past the cops with our windows down and that song blaring. It was super funny. Pretty bad that we were making a joke of it but you gotta enjoy life some how. It was a you had to be there type of thing to see the humor. Good thing the night shift cop knew who we were and told the other cops to just ignore us. Pays to have a dad good friends with all of the cops. lol.
Another favorite song would probably be some stupid songs like "What does the Fox Say" or "Twerk like Miley" ooooorr.. "Face down" My sister, Jordan, Sarah and I love to get crazy to that song while on car rides. Super fun!! We have such a good time.
One more favorite would be Shots because it reminds me of the night when it was like 2 am and maddy and I were in one car  and Jess, Sarah, and Jordan were in another and we were driving around town and pulling onto the side of the roads or hiding our car through alleys playing "Car Hide & Seek"

Week 11: So why DID the chicken cross the road?

I feel like I remember doing this last year or something. But pretty much to retell the tale is that the chicken had a girlfriend. He wanted to give her flowers and maybe even help lay some eggs but apparently a car had to ruin it all for him. He had beautiful sunflowers, daisies, and roses. Everything I girl could want. It was a sad story really because after being hit by the car the flowers lay sadly amongst the cold, slimy brick road. The chicken then turned into a chicken dinner for hawks while the girl watched her loved one get pecked at and eaten. She gathered the flowers and kept them in memory of her loved one Jerald. She then remembered that she was drunk and that didn't actually happen.