Saturday, July 12, 2008
Busted
So. It's blown up in my face. My friends mom found out about us. Well, she thinks all we did was take a sip of Whiskey, so I'm glad about that and she says she will allow me to still be friends with her daughter. I guess she took it pretty well. The only big problem is, she says she's gonna tell my dad. Now, I'm pretty sure dad won't yell at me, ground me, make me not talk to my friend ever again, so I guess I'm lucky and I shouldn't complain. Actually, I'm pretty sure all he'll do is give me a 'talk'. I don't why, but that seems worse than any of the above listed things he could do. I hate that he has to find out I'm not his perfect little angel. My brother says I should tell him before he finds out from my friends mom, but I'm not about to. I don't guess I'm afraid of my dad. I mean, I have no reason to be. He's never actually hurt me and he is pretty decent a lot of the time, but I sort of am. I don't know how to explain it. Anyway, I'm gonna try to be gone when my friend's mom calls and a while after that so hopefully he will have time to either forget about it or figure not to say anything to me. He tends to do that when he finds out I did something I wasn't supposed to. He won't say anything about it at the time and weeks later he'll make a calm comment about it as if it were no big deal. I don't get it, but I love it. No yelling, no grounding, no nothing. But this is a little more...okay A LOT more serious than the other things he's found out I did. Who knows what his reaction will be! My brother was no help. Before he told me I should tell him myself, he said that this should be an amusing situation and he can't wait to find out what dad's reaction will be. GOD! Can you BE any less helpful? My life is about to be ruined by my best friend's mom. How pathetic.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
At a sleepover
Okay. I've been planning a major get-drunk-with-my-friend sleepover and part of that plan involved snitching Vodka from my dad. I took a little bit everytime he had a new bottle and put it in my Thermos. Then my friend called and said she was free Monday and I said I was free too. We got to her house and everything, and that night-well, morning since it was 3:00 AM-we took out HER stash of, Wine, Vodka and Whiskey and got drunk. Sadly, we were drinking Wine on the bed. BIG MISTAKE.
We were passing it back and foreth and she nearly drops it. We giggle about it and are to drunk to take that as a warning. No. She passes it to me, I take a sip and start to pass it to her. My drunk, stiff fingers drop it and spill Wine all over her sheet!!! What do we do? We sit there staring at it for a couple minutes, in complete shock. In those couple minutes, we both sober up enough to: Alyse panic's wondering how she's going to explain a humongous stain on her bed and I go into problem-sloving mode and pick up the anti-bacterial soap I had to clean my nose piercing. I squirt a bunch on the offending stain and say we need water. She get's up and goes to the bathroom and fills up a bottle full of water. she brings it back and we put a little on the soapy area and scrub with out nails for a while. Then she asks the question that had accured to me. How were we going to rinse it without drawing attention to us? I say we need a bucket or somthing. We look around and she finds a plastic box full of chalk. We take the chalk out as quietly as possible and pour the rest of the water from the bottle into it. We then put the soapy part of the sheet into the water. It soon becomes apparent that this will not rinse it all the way. We decide to let it soak until her father-who sleeps on the recliner in the living room-goes to sleep because apparently he was picking this night to stay up late.
It's 4:00 AM and he's still awake so my friend goes to the bathroom again and fills the bottle and relieves herself. When she comes back, we're faced with another problem. What were we going to do with the dirty water in the chalk-box? We could only find small containers that would not hold it all so we filled them each up with as much as they could hold. We finally emptied the chalk-box and poured the fresh water into it. We again put the soapy part of the sheet into the water and decided to let it soak until morning when her parents went to work and we would put it in the dryer.
After that we hung out some and tried to walk straight and giggling at the dumbest things. The danger had passed. We had done all we could and we prayed that would be enough.
It was. The next day we put the sheet in the dryer and when we took it out, the stain was gone. All that was left was a light thumb-sized stain that we missed but we didn't care. It wasn't the head-sized stain we were expecting, so it really didn't look like much.
We were passing it back and foreth and she nearly drops it. We giggle about it and are to drunk to take that as a warning. No. She passes it to me, I take a sip and start to pass it to her. My drunk, stiff fingers drop it and spill Wine all over her sheet!!! What do we do? We sit there staring at it for a couple minutes, in complete shock. In those couple minutes, we both sober up enough to: Alyse panic's wondering how she's going to explain a humongous stain on her bed and I go into problem-sloving mode and pick up the anti-bacterial soap I had to clean my nose piercing. I squirt a bunch on the offending stain and say we need water. She get's up and goes to the bathroom and fills up a bottle full of water. she brings it back and we put a little on the soapy area and scrub with out nails for a while. Then she asks the question that had accured to me. How were we going to rinse it without drawing attention to us? I say we need a bucket or somthing. We look around and she finds a plastic box full of chalk. We take the chalk out as quietly as possible and pour the rest of the water from the bottle into it. We then put the soapy part of the sheet into the water. It soon becomes apparent that this will not rinse it all the way. We decide to let it soak until her father-who sleeps on the recliner in the living room-goes to sleep because apparently he was picking this night to stay up late.
It's 4:00 AM and he's still awake so my friend goes to the bathroom again and fills the bottle and relieves herself. When she comes back, we're faced with another problem. What were we going to do with the dirty water in the chalk-box? We could only find small containers that would not hold it all so we filled them each up with as much as they could hold. We finally emptied the chalk-box and poured the fresh water into it. We again put the soapy part of the sheet into the water and decided to let it soak until morning when her parents went to work and we would put it in the dryer.
After that we hung out some and tried to walk straight and giggling at the dumbest things. The danger had passed. We had done all we could and we prayed that would be enough.
It was. The next day we put the sheet in the dryer and when we took it out, the stain was gone. All that was left was a light thumb-sized stain that we missed but we didn't care. It wasn't the head-sized stain we were expecting, so it really didn't look like much.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Introduction
Hi!
I have decided to write this blog to keep up with all the odd adventures that tend to happen to me. I'm 14 and live in alabama. Though most people would say that I'm a nice, decent, slightly odd person, those who really know me know better. I am the youngest of 6 kids though all of my siblings are moved out. My mom and dad were never married and all of m siblings are halfs. I have 3 sisters and 2 brothers. The oldest brother is 30-ish and I haven't seen him in years. I've only met him a couple of times and my mom had him when she was 15 although she WAS married. My 3 sisters come next. They are all married with kids except one. She has a kid and she's pregnant with another one, but she is reasintly divorced and about to be remarried. This is the middle sister. My oldest sister's husband just left her for another woman even though my sister is pregnant with his child. My youngest sister, however, is married with little drama. then comes my youngest-still older than me, though-sibling, a brother. He is recently broken up from a pretty serious relationship, but they weren't married. He doesn't seem that upset.
So, now that you know so much about my life, I will start posting about the different adventures I've had. They are quite interesting. Oh! My mom is married to my step-father and he has 3 sons from a previous marriage. That information will be useful in the future posts.
I have decided to write this blog to keep up with all the odd adventures that tend to happen to me. I'm 14 and live in alabama. Though most people would say that I'm a nice, decent, slightly odd person, those who really know me know better. I am the youngest of 6 kids though all of my siblings are moved out. My mom and dad were never married and all of m siblings are halfs. I have 3 sisters and 2 brothers. The oldest brother is 30-ish and I haven't seen him in years. I've only met him a couple of times and my mom had him when she was 15 although she WAS married. My 3 sisters come next. They are all married with kids except one. She has a kid and she's pregnant with another one, but she is reasintly divorced and about to be remarried. This is the middle sister. My oldest sister's husband just left her for another woman even though my sister is pregnant with his child. My youngest sister, however, is married with little drama. then comes my youngest-still older than me, though-sibling, a brother. He is recently broken up from a pretty serious relationship, but they weren't married. He doesn't seem that upset.
So, now that you know so much about my life, I will start posting about the different adventures I've had. They are quite interesting. Oh! My mom is married to my step-father and he has 3 sons from a previous marriage. That information will be useful in the future posts.
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