Pull the Tapeworm Out Of Your Ass

I've always been told that writing (and this particular case, typing) your problems out can be quite calming. You "let out" your stresses or some shit.. I rather talk to someone about them. But again, there are only limited people that I can speak to. So I'll be writing my garbage out on paper and end up throwing it away rather than typing it here for the public eye. And thanks for your concerned myspace messages. But I rather keep this one to myself and two very close friends.

Anyway...


I'll just talk about what happened BEFORE the beating. That way I kinda forget...
So...
I woke up like 7ish, my eyes hurt like fuck, but whatever. I took a shower and after that my brother and I went for a morning jog. We came back, had some breakfast and I had to get ready to go to work with my mom. SO we were there for about five hours. I was super bored. There were lots of customers but surprisingly none of them were getting ice-cream... And I guess it's because it's kind of expensive... So my mom gave me permission to go home, I took the bus, met some interesting people. Walked like two blocks to my house, spoke to a hobo and it was like 1:30 or something. So I was watching the re-runs of the women's water polo olympics. I was glad U.S.A. won, that was good. Then like at two something Benjamin and Lucy came to pick me up in Ben's old ass car and we went out for smoothies. Then we argued and argued and argued about the whole "I'm cheating on Izzy with Matt" thing and the "he fucked him up real bad" and "dumb little bitch can't take a punch" and so on and so on and so on. So it was like 4 already and they took me home. They said sorry for blaming things on me. So then I was at home again, Sarah called and told me about her super annoying cousin and that she was staying at a hotel in Vegas with family. I was glad things were working for her. So then we hung up a few minutes later cos she had to go she just wanted to know if things were okay but I told her I'd tell her later. Then mom came back and we made dinner. We ate. And then I invited Sabrina to go swimming with me. I was inspired by watching so many swim events on tv. And then shortly afterwards shit happened with my dad he went crazy and left. Haven't seen him today either. I would type out everything that happened, but it's still fresh in my mind. It's been a while since he's beaten us...

I wish people would pay more attention to the black brother. Cullen Jones :) <333 Instead of just Michael. Just because he has enough gold metals to melt and transform into a golden toilet seat for his royal swimming butt... Haha :)



But today is a new day. I don't feel the bruises much anymore. My face kinda hurts. But again, the pain isn't there when you ignore it. I... don't have any plans for today. So we'll just take it chill from here.

:)