A memory not worth remembering

I like kids. Honestly, they're okay, but I can't stand them long enough. I never ever ever want children, I'd rather die an old spinster than have a little boogery faced shit. Sure, they're cute and sure, they're adorable, but once they get a bit bigger, and start sassing you, and lose the cute little face and learn the word "no" and stuff like that...ick, no thanks. For instance, yesterday..I was taking care of my siblings and cousins who are the ages as follows: 12, 10, 10, 7. We went to the neighborhood pool, with water slides and a big sand box and a kiddie area and everything! Well, this got the kids hyped up to go, so I let 'em free, while I sat down and read my literature book I had to read for my english class next year. Suddenly there is a "Everyone please evacuate the pool" it seems a little girl who was too small for slides went on it, and bumped her head. They called the paramedics and took her off on a stretcher. Then while everyone was still out of the pool...it rains...hard. I call out loud "Okay! We're going home!" To which it rained even harder...So while waiting for my Aunt's car to pick us up, the twelve year old was trying to make a deal with me saying how if they stayed a bit longer the rain would calm down. Everyone else had left, but the ignorant lifeguards were still there seeing nothing wrong with the lightning in the background and hearing that quiet rumble from afar. Then my ten year old brother punched me...alot..it hurts, he works his arm muscles so he doesn't understand his own strength, so what did I do? I punched him back, to which he tried to start a fight, but luckily my aunt came by in the car, when we got to her house it was lightly drizzling, to which all the kids said how it was all my fault, how I ruined their perfect day, and of course I responded "Of course! It's always TORY'S FAULT!" eh, children, never getting them..why am I still in italics when I pressed...oh well....when I get back, I'm changing the background to this, or at least make it easier to read the text in it..

adieu mon amis, adieu

A Final Goodbye

Carson,

  The reason I left without a goodbye is because I'm giving it here: I love you, I'm sorry if I miss something when I'm away, and I can't wait already to be back in your embrace. And please, let's see the lost skeleton of cadavra, or something I love you I love you I love you I love you. *sigh* I miss you already, that's not good. I love you. Although this is less than three weeks, they kinda wore me down, now I feel like I'm on my last leg, I just want to be home. Goodnite Carson, Adieu my love.

                                                                               Love,
                                                                                  Just some girl

A bad feeling

I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach..I feel like I did something wrong, like somehow I screwed up..I don't think I want to know what it is either..Have I been bitchy lately? How have I been acting lately? Hmm..I know that I was angry at my dad in the car

 
45 minutes later

 
Now I really want to dance, I'm listening to "Let's get retarded" by the BEP and now I wanna go to dance classes..I gotta line 'em up.

How does this sound? I work like weekend mornings at a pancake place, I can waitress, make good tips, and it'll be weekend morning������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������������

A bad feeling

I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach..I feel like I did something wrong, like somehow I screwed up..I don't think I want to know what it is either..Have I been bitchy lately? How have I been acting lately? Hmm..I know that I was angry at my dad in the car

 
45 minutes later

 
Now I really want to dance, I'm listening to "Let's get retarded" by the BEP and now I wanna go to dance classes..I gotta line 'em up.

How does this sound? I work like weekend mornings at a pancake place, I can waitress, make good tips, and it'll be weekend mornings! Sounds good to me..

Thoughts of Life Part I

So, I'm going to speak of my life.   I got myself two purses/bags and a CD I've been wanting for a bit (Brand New, Deja Entendu) (Hey, I really like "Sic Transit Gloria" Okay?) I'm getting back in the swing of things. Tomorrow is the premiere, red carpet, an MC, limos and me lookin' fancy. w0o. to be honest, I could care less for this. It's a step in the door. When it comes to acting, actors seem to be after one goal. Most are after just fame.  Others, the money. But there's a rare breed that just well, want to act. These guys can be found at your local theatre because once you get into the "biz" actin' wise it's sometimes more business than acting. I like business, I've been born learning from my dad different business things, I will rarely ever get screwed over. I make sure of it. And I'm also good at intimidating people when need be. *cough* anywho, but I also love to act. I love love love to act, I would give up a lot of things for acting, to be different people to become another. I love it. The main reason why I'm going to make sure that I can act in a movie, like big screen is because it seems to be better roles than this bullshit here. I mean mainstream hollywood has good acting, good roles, I would like to be someone who actually has to go through something big, instead of being some waitress/ditz who has to make the comical joke on a sitcom.  I wanna get back to acting. That reminds me, I found a leotard and dancing shoes when I got back from Australia (Did I mention I was in Aussie land for three weeks? I'll talk about that later) Anyway, I do believe I'll be taking dancing classes next year. Also, I need..oh here ***REMINDER: Tory! Contact that lady from the local HOB for work at the murder mystery thing, she even gave you her card, do it dammit!*** oh lookie, time for me to go to the chiropracter, well, I'll finish later, see ya world for now!
 
 
Edit note: When I said I'd give up anything I didn't mean I'd pose nude for a porno, what I meant by that was, like I'd give up dancing, any after school things etc...pervs.
 
"Is it any wonder I'm sane at all?" - "Too much time on my hands" Styx

Ah the pleasure of being home

So, I shall express my views now of today, or what came of late.
 
I know I should be sleeping and seeing that I'm yawning alot at the moment, but I wanted to let Carson know I love him one last time, I think he was a bit dissapointed that I wasn't ultra horny and mostly just ultra sleepy. Also seems blogspot has updated again. Oh well. I really want to go back to his room laughing at the "I love the 90's" or at least back to laughing with him at the movie we saw. I really do love him, wish I could have hugged him more, or at least done something except be a lazy bump on a log. Meh, oh well.  I am tired. Saw Ms. Frankie. I fear she has the beginning of alzheimers seeing that I had to tell her that my dad owned nite clubs when I thought it was a known fact to her.  I love her.  Well, erm, not in the same way as Carson or anything, nvm. oh yeah! I hafta call Sara, duh tory, oh well. Poop. I was going to talk more but now that hopefully Carson will sometime see this and know that I love him...*ramblerambleramble*
 
G'nite!..Mates!