What Boils My Blood

My father!

I have to respect him, I have to agree with him, but it seems like I can't!

He now said that I haven't been pulling my weight and expects me to do something. It seems that he's telling me "You're doing nothing...do something"!

I've just had it with my old man, how can I respect his ass?

My Top-5 Worst Summers

I calculated all my summers and I've been through 26 of them. And the bad ones have been chosen for now....

5-Summer of 2002. Sure, this had me going to a Youth Event, my first time in Pennsylvania, and even doing the other things. But what tarnished it was...a baby and discouragement. We (our family) decided to take care of someone's baby and that was when I realized I didn't like kids.

4-Summer of 2006. Speaking of kids, we had a neighbor move in across the street and she had kids who were annoying. This would make my year bad and also I was getting over a bad relationship as well as a rainy day Labor Day Weekend...where it rained on Saturday during Milan.

3-Summer of 1997. It wasn't much summer for me. I was in a new Youth Group and they didn't do much as the other one, my VCR would only play one speed since the remote we had broke (now I know that they can be put together in one peice and work again). And I was about to start home shooling and we dumped our cable. 1997 was the year I call POOP.

2-Summer of 2007. This Summer may be ranked higher soon, but with the death of my grandpa and my brother getting dumped, it just left a bad taste in our mouths. And as of now...the recovery still didn't end.

1-This Summer...2009. Three things...1) The Weather. There were a few years where 90 Degrees didn't show, but the sun was shining. All we got was rain and not just simple rain...we got drizzle. 2) Not going to the Big Three Events. For the first time in 26 years, I missed Milan. Not only did I miss that, but I missed Pennsylvania and Madison. It would be okay if I was working, but...I wasn't working. 3) No enjoyment. And to top it off...we moved my grandma to an apartment, my mom got into a small car accident, and I didn't go to any parties. My backyard was only used once or twice.

I hope to wash that out with the Summer of 2010.

Traditions

I usually have a tradition every Labor Day Weekend...but I had to break it this year.

I would usually go to the Milan Melon Festival every saturday...but since my dad had to work...we had to miss it.

My mom wouldn't drive down there and I can't drive down there. And to me...it sucks!

I've been doing that since I was a baby. Now my traditions all became memories.

I'll try to get there in 2010 and spend the weekend there too, just to make-up 2009.

Generation Y

Generation Y is people who were born between 1979 and 1994. These people have experienced the 80's and 90's.

We have seen Berlin become one, the Iraq War I, Bill Clinton, and Y2K. It was a time of peace and feeling that we've got nothing to lose.

What happened?

Labor Day Weekend

They call it the last weekend of Summer, but is it really?

Summer has two more weeks left and the weather is still nice. Though it's not swimming weather, it's weather that you can have the windows opened.

This summer never began in the first place. We can only hope for next year.

God...It's me

I've been having a bad year and when I ask you to dress my wounds...they get salted.

I'm in pain and it's only getting worse. Do you want me to be in the desert forever?

What Boils My Blood

Here's another rant that I have...mapquest!

They say it makes trips easier...but I have to use it even though I don't drive. And they take you elsewhere rather than your destination!

Pure shit, that's what it is!