We have all made sand castles growing up, or at least at one time wanted to. For me the sand castle represents change because at the end of the day it'll always be washed away for you to build it a new tomorrow.. for you to be able to change the structure... to change the design... to change the seriousness. Its your choice to change, just as everything in life should be.
We have also all dreamt in the time leading up to this moment. Whether it be as you lie in your bed at night fighting off evil with your magical powers or the time when you were five and you wanted to be an Astronaught. We have all dreamt. Some will continue. Some won't. But dreaming will always be apart of life.
All in all the name of my blog to me means changing dreams. Because we all can do it. It just depends on your will.
I will never be affraid to change my dreams for me.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
So Strange...
I genuiniely feel odd not having to have to do this and doing it by my own free will.. the sad part is I know no one will read this because they don't have too.. and I know I wont see a new blog post on my dashboard from any of you until Haskett starts her new class and she posts a new blog. But I guess thats just how our class worked. So enough reminissing. Now about me.
I am now officially an enlisted member of the United States Air Force. I don't know when I'll be leaving so I am currently looking for a job, but you all know how that goes in Manteca.. there's no sign of any jobs anywhere. and I mean anywhere. I finally got my license.. let me tell you.. my picture makes me look like a chipmunk. Who ever said you will never get a good looking drivers License picture sure as hell was right.
But other than that I am the same old me.. nothing new. You know how some people talk about how much they change in the months immediately following graduation...yeah... not so much. I still talk too much and laugh at my own jokes more than anyone else does. I still write a freakish amount every day.. I still read too much. but hey aren't these all qualities I always wanted to keep... I think yes.
I am now officially an enlisted member of the United States Air Force. I don't know when I'll be leaving so I am currently looking for a job, but you all know how that goes in Manteca.. there's no sign of any jobs anywhere. and I mean anywhere. I finally got my license.. let me tell you.. my picture makes me look like a chipmunk. Who ever said you will never get a good looking drivers License picture sure as hell was right.
But other than that I am the same old me.. nothing new. You know how some people talk about how much they change in the months immediately following graduation...yeah... not so much. I still talk too much and laugh at my own jokes more than anyone else does. I still write a freakish amount every day.. I still read too much. but hey aren't these all qualities I always wanted to keep... I think yes.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
I feel like...
Our CW classes can be thought of as reletionships. Last year was this amazing heart felt loving union that we thought would last a life time. Unfortunately it didnt but we were ok with that because all good things have to come to an end.
Now this year... Thats a whole different playing feild. Its An abusive, stubburn pig who takes advantage of what it has.. Us. The hearts, and the words. But we have made it this way. Not all of us no. But some of us.
And through this new relationship all we can think about is the old one and how great it was and how we anticipated this one to be the same but it took us by suprise and abused us just like any other class
Now this year... Thats a whole different playing feild. Its An abusive, stubburn pig who takes advantage of what it has.. Us. The hearts, and the words. But we have made it this way. Not all of us no. But some of us.
And through this new relationship all we can think about is the old one and how great it was and how we anticipated this one to be the same but it took us by suprise and abused us just like any other class
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Time
25 days till im gone. 25 days is all thats left of my overbearing high school life. It almost unreal? Is that weird?
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Old pals
I can remember waiting every day for you to get home
Because you were in kindergarden
And i was too young to go to school
I can remember when you moved away
And i would begg my mom every weekend to
Just let me stay at your house one more time
I can remember your dads tuna sandwiches,
Your moms old micheal jackson records,
And watching tales from the cript every saturday night
But most of all i can remember losing you
To age, to distance, to different crowds.
You went left and i went right
I will remember today
Your eyes still big wih hope
like my six year old best friend
My teeth still crooked
But shown in a happy smile
And a friend ship that will last through anything
Because you were in kindergarden
And i was too young to go to school
I can remember when you moved away
And i would begg my mom every weekend to
Just let me stay at your house one more time
I can remember your dads tuna sandwiches,
Your moms old micheal jackson records,
And watching tales from the cript every saturday night
But most of all i can remember losing you
To age, to distance, to different crowds.
You went left and i went right
I will remember today
Your eyes still big wih hope
like my six year old best friend
My teeth still crooked
But shown in a happy smile
And a friend ship that will last through anything
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
how exciting.
im so over high school. the stupidity of it all is really starting to get to me. i dont want to wake up in the morning to see all these people i really dont care for. I dont want to eat a lunch that makes me want to puke. (why dont i go off campus for lunch you ask? because im poor and at school my lunch is freee, there is such a thing as free lunch mr.silva) I dont want to sit through classes that i could ace by not even showing up. i just dont want to do anything. i know what im going to do with my life so it seems like these weeks are just dragging on and on. and its so exciting right? whoever said high school was some of the best years of your life appearantly never attended.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Current Situation
Packing is honestly one of the most frustrating things in the world. I hope that when i get older if i have children that i will be able to provide a consistant home for them and that they wont have to worry about moving tooo much.. Seeing as i am joining the military this is not exactly a likely senario.. But hey maybe i just wont have kids.
Anyways. Im officially moved out of my house and living at my aunts. Im not sure how i feel about this change as of yet but once i decide i will let you know.
And good news i have an appointment with a plastic surgen this up coming wednesday to talk about getting my ear holes closed! I know that sounds a little extravagant but when you get the opportunity to join the airforce with one set back. The one set back being something you regret. And someone agrees to pay for it for you.... You take it
Anyways. Im officially moved out of my house and living at my aunts. Im not sure how i feel about this change as of yet but once i decide i will let you know.
And good news i have an appointment with a plastic surgen this up coming wednesday to talk about getting my ear holes closed! I know that sounds a little extravagant but when you get the opportunity to join the airforce with one set back. The one set back being something you regret. And someone agrees to pay for it for you.... You take it
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Dreams
last night i had a dream. well it wasnt actually a dream it was more like a nightmare with funny ties here and there attempting to brighten up the mood.
you see i have really vivid nightmares. like im actually there, actually touching the people and things that are around me, actually feeling each inhale and exhale. it can be quite scary at times.
basically i had a wack-o dream last night with a lot of odd charactors but like i said earlier it was as if they were only trying to brighten the mood. at the end of the dream my father was dying in my arms after a car crash.
i woke up with tears streaming down my face, my heart was pounding, and i could hardly breathe.
I dont know whether this dream is tied to me being affraid of my dad dying or if its me being afraid of having to leave my dad. none the less it sent me into a complete depression all day. i didnt want to talk to anyone, I didnt want to make eye contact with any one i just wanted to be me seperate from everyone else, distant from everyone else. and still i cant put my finger on the meaning of the dream or why it has made me feel the way that i do.
you see i have really vivid nightmares. like im actually there, actually touching the people and things that are around me, actually feeling each inhale and exhale. it can be quite scary at times.
basically i had a wack-o dream last night with a lot of odd charactors but like i said earlier it was as if they were only trying to brighten the mood. at the end of the dream my father was dying in my arms after a car crash.
i woke up with tears streaming down my face, my heart was pounding, and i could hardly breathe.
I dont know whether this dream is tied to me being affraid of my dad dying or if its me being afraid of having to leave my dad. none the less it sent me into a complete depression all day. i didnt want to talk to anyone, I didnt want to make eye contact with any one i just wanted to be me seperate from everyone else, distant from everyone else. and still i cant put my finger on the meaning of the dream or why it has made me feel the way that i do.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Butter Back Breast Free
The world slows down around me
until all I can focus on is the adrenalin, the nerves,
and the 25 yards ahead of me.
I chant to myself
a phrase I was taught as a child
"butter my back so my breasts are free"
I chant until I can feel the rhythm
flowing through me
like the constant waves in the water
It is my turn to prove my worth,
as I step up to the block
my heart beat begins to calm.
I know I can do this,
all doubt seeps out of me
and time stands to wait.
I step onto my pedistule of glory
and the anouncer speaks emotionless
"Swimmers take your marks"
When I hear the buzzer I automatically
take a flying leap.
The race for time has begun
The only thing on my mind is the other side of the pool
"Get your Balls on the wall"
I know what I have to do.
I go through the motions like I have since I was Six
but it all feels so new to me,
the rush, the euphoria, the fear of being a dissappointment
The end draws near
and by the time my head pops up out of the water
I'm the only one at the wall
Victory is sheer bliss
My fist in the air attracks a smile from my coach
and I know this is where I was meant to be
until all I can focus on is the adrenalin, the nerves,
and the 25 yards ahead of me.
I chant to myself
a phrase I was taught as a child
"butter my back so my breasts are free"
I chant until I can feel the rhythm
flowing through me
like the constant waves in the water
It is my turn to prove my worth,
as I step up to the block
my heart beat begins to calm.
I know I can do this,
all doubt seeps out of me
and time stands to wait.
I step onto my pedistule of glory
and the anouncer speaks emotionless
"Swimmers take your marks"
When I hear the buzzer I automatically
take a flying leap.
The race for time has begun
The only thing on my mind is the other side of the pool
"Get your Balls on the wall"
I know what I have to do.
I go through the motions like I have since I was Six
but it all feels so new to me,
the rush, the euphoria, the fear of being a dissappointment
The end draws near
and by the time my head pops up out of the water
I'm the only one at the wall
Victory is sheer bliss
My fist in the air attracks a smile from my coach
and I know this is where I was meant to be
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
My Favorite Movie.
Over the years my favorite movie has gone from Pete's Dragon at the age of five, to The Breakfast Club at the age of ten, to 10 Things I Hate About You at the age of 13, to Pride and Prejudice at the age of 15. But I think my favorite movie now says the most about me.
My favorite movie now is True Grit, not the new one with though, I'm talking about the old one with John Wayne. I can remember watching that movie with my grandpa growing up.
My grandpa was my favorite person in the world. I can remember trying to find any excuse to go to his house after school just so I could hang out with him. He taught me alot in the short time I was close with him. He taught me physical things like how to crack an egg and how to set a table, but he also taught me how to be the kindest you could be to anyone who crosses your path. He was the most wonderful man in the world.
So like I was saying, my favorite movie is True Grit. Now my grandpa would say that it wasn't Johns' best movie but thats not the purpose. I don't want my favorite movie to be someone elses. My favorite movie has meaning, it has memory, it has my grandpa.
Yeah I know that it's random for an 18 year old girl in 2011 to have a favorite movie that is a western, but I think that also fits me. I'm not exactly an ordinary gal if you all hadn't noticed yet.
I'm sure I could come up with more reasons why it just so happens to be my favorite movie that's all for now. :)
My favorite movie now is True Grit, not the new one with though, I'm talking about the old one with John Wayne. I can remember watching that movie with my grandpa growing up.
My grandpa was my favorite person in the world. I can remember trying to find any excuse to go to his house after school just so I could hang out with him. He taught me alot in the short time I was close with him. He taught me physical things like how to crack an egg and how to set a table, but he also taught me how to be the kindest you could be to anyone who crosses your path. He was the most wonderful man in the world.
So like I was saying, my favorite movie is True Grit. Now my grandpa would say that it wasn't Johns' best movie but thats not the purpose. I don't want my favorite movie to be someone elses. My favorite movie has meaning, it has memory, it has my grandpa.
Yeah I know that it's random for an 18 year old girl in 2011 to have a favorite movie that is a western, but I think that also fits me. I'm not exactly an ordinary gal if you all hadn't noticed yet.
I'm sure I could come up with more reasons why it just so happens to be my favorite movie that's all for now. :)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
When the truth is I miss you.
While I was in the pool yesterday you drove by. And I couldnt help but wonder if you knew I was in that pool. If you knew, it was that very street you were driving on, that I first realized I loved every thing about you. If you knew that my house was only a left turn and a right turn away. If you drove that way on purpose. If you ever thought about me because the whole world knows I always think about you. If you tell her all the things you promised me. If you ever consider coming back. If you ever consider my beautiful blue eyes. If you ever sing her Pink Floyd. If you ever miss me the way I miss you.
I always tell my self that if you ever came back to me that I'd turn you away... but I know that I never could. I love you. I love who you made me. I love the feeling of your lips on my forehead. I love the way you'd always call me sunshine when you knew I wasn't in a good mood. I love the way you could talk to me for a complete day and never run out of things to say. I loved how you'd show up at my house at mid night because you knew waiting a whole weekend to see you was too long for me. I love how you'd let me call you Feeeshy even though it was the most ridiculous name in the world. I love how you could transform me.
Its been a month since I cried. Well a month until yesterday. Until yesterday I was literally unable to shed a tear for any reason be it physical pain or mental pain. Yesterday I cried like a child while I sat in an over heated shower and I hated myself. I hated myself because I can't function with out you. I hated you for leaving me. I hated Coldplay for writing a song for every problem in my life. And I still do. but thats more information than I care to share.
I always tell my self that if you ever came back to me that I'd turn you away... but I know that I never could. I love you. I love who you made me. I love the feeling of your lips on my forehead. I love the way you'd always call me sunshine when you knew I wasn't in a good mood. I love the way you could talk to me for a complete day and never run out of things to say. I loved how you'd show up at my house at mid night because you knew waiting a whole weekend to see you was too long for me. I love how you'd let me call you Feeeshy even though it was the most ridiculous name in the world. I love how you could transform me.
Its been a month since I cried. Well a month until yesterday. Until yesterday I was literally unable to shed a tear for any reason be it physical pain or mental pain. Yesterday I cried like a child while I sat in an over heated shower and I hated myself. I hated myself because I can't function with out you. I hated you for leaving me. I hated Coldplay for writing a song for every problem in my life. And I still do. but thats more information than I care to share.
Blehh.
I have officially given up on trying to talk to people and let them know how I feel. It's a real waste of my time. It's like why bother if they really aren't listening or taking into consideration my feelings or giving a shit. I'm done.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
I don't know what counts and what doesn't...
So... Last week I blogged twice but I didnt know if on counts for last week and one counts for this week or what so I'm blogging just to make sure Mrs.Haskett takes a look at the other one if it counts... And if it doesnt count well then here is a blog to count forthis week.. I know it's not all that creative and what not but what can a girl do? :)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Things I actually Want to say....
- Oh hey.. your girlfriend is a bitch.
- I love you even though you think I hate you.
- No.. I actually hate you.
- Hey dad (insert punch to the jaw here)
- I'm not ok.
- I act this way to keep you from asking me how I really feel.
- I want to kick your shins in
- Your face makes me want to vomitt.
- You know you really aren't happy with her.
- You're just staying with her to prove a point.
- I think polar bears are the most deadly things in the world. go play with one.
- Go jump off a bridge. (oh wait I already said that one)
- Be more Independant bitch.
- Hey you. Fuck Off!
- Why don't you look up from that 10 sac we all know is in your pocket and pay attention.
- I do know what you're going through.
- I've been down that road a million times.
- Even if you think I'm a goody two shoes now.
- I enjoy old worn out records and converse.
- I hate getting dressed for school. so everyone wear sweats!
April Showers bring May Flowers
I've always wondered about this phrase. I mean don't get me wrong I know the literal meaning of it (when it rains in april it waters the ground so that the beautiful flowers will bloom in may.) But what if this wasn't the actual meaning.
What if long ago there was a beautiful lady named April Showers who was totally in love with a man named Steven May. She loved him so much that she brought him flowers. Red Roses in fact. And he thought it was an interesting trait for a woman to have so he coined this phrase. And their relationship was as peaceful as any relationship could be and they lived happily ever after and all that jazz.
What if not too long ago a man with seriously messed up parents (messed up enough to name a boy April) was born. He walked day after day past a bench with a tulip plant resting on either side. He always thought that those flowers were pretty enough to be presented to an angel. One day he found his angle and brought her to that very bench and said "May will you marry me" and the tale of the man and the womans love was passed down from generation to generation until practically the whole world knew the Story of April Showers bringing May to flowers. but the unimportant words were droped to make it easier to say causing it to become April Showers bring May flowers.
What if April Showers was a bitch in HighSchool and one day she decided she wanted to be nice to every one she had ever done wrong. and she wanted to start off by making things right between her and her old best friend May. So she brought her a bundle of sunflowers and marigolds and all the beautiful flowers May was fond of. and they became best friends again.
What if it really is just a tale of the seasons. And there is nothing special behind it at all...
Well then I think that would be a waste of a good story.
What if long ago there was a beautiful lady named April Showers who was totally in love with a man named Steven May. She loved him so much that she brought him flowers. Red Roses in fact. And he thought it was an interesting trait for a woman to have so he coined this phrase. And their relationship was as peaceful as any relationship could be and they lived happily ever after and all that jazz.
What if not too long ago a man with seriously messed up parents (messed up enough to name a boy April) was born. He walked day after day past a bench with a tulip plant resting on either side. He always thought that those flowers were pretty enough to be presented to an angel. One day he found his angle and brought her to that very bench and said "May will you marry me" and the tale of the man and the womans love was passed down from generation to generation until practically the whole world knew the Story of April Showers bringing May to flowers. but the unimportant words were droped to make it easier to say causing it to become April Showers bring May flowers.
What if April Showers was a bitch in HighSchool and one day she decided she wanted to be nice to every one she had ever done wrong. and she wanted to start off by making things right between her and her old best friend May. So she brought her a bundle of sunflowers and marigolds and all the beautiful flowers May was fond of. and they became best friends again.
What if it really is just a tale of the seasons. And there is nothing special behind it at all...
Well then I think that would be a waste of a good story.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Crooked Nose
a broken nose.
i can handle that pain.
a family torn apart.
thats nothing new to me.
But a brother causing these things.
i can't seem to wrap my mind about that.
i wasnt at school today. because when i woke up my face was in more pain and more swollen than when i went to sleep.
Last night my brother went crazy and punched me repeatedly. when i called for my dad he made our altercation my fault.
so i got ready to leave to go to my moms house. i was three steps out the door when my mom called me again and asked me if i could bring her some tylenol.
so i went back in the house. and my brother and i got into it again. and it ended with him punching me in the nose.
Normally when i get hit in the nose nothing happens.. i guess you could say i have a strong nose? normally it doesnt bleed... ever. but he punch me so hard it is now slightly crooked and it bled quite a bit.
Nothing happened to him. again this was all my fault.
i just dont understand. Honestly. im a straight A student. a vasity athelete. and i dont really party or do drugs.
yet still im the one who gets blamed. and has to live through this hell.
i cannot wait to be out of here.
im more than done.
i can handle that pain.
a family torn apart.
thats nothing new to me.
But a brother causing these things.
i can't seem to wrap my mind about that.
i wasnt at school today. because when i woke up my face was in more pain and more swollen than when i went to sleep.
Last night my brother went crazy and punched me repeatedly. when i called for my dad he made our altercation my fault.
so i got ready to leave to go to my moms house. i was three steps out the door when my mom called me again and asked me if i could bring her some tylenol.
so i went back in the house. and my brother and i got into it again. and it ended with him punching me in the nose.
Normally when i get hit in the nose nothing happens.. i guess you could say i have a strong nose? normally it doesnt bleed... ever. but he punch me so hard it is now slightly crooked and it bled quite a bit.
Nothing happened to him. again this was all my fault.
i just dont understand. Honestly. im a straight A student. a vasity athelete. and i dont really party or do drugs.
yet still im the one who gets blamed. and has to live through this hell.
i cannot wait to be out of here.
im more than done.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Horrible.
Why do you have to be such a good person?
Why do I still have it in me to hate you?
Why can't I just stop?
I have come to the conclusion as of late that I am not as good of a person as people may believe. I hate people who are happy with one another and I hate the people I have lost. Someone can make the kindest jesture toward me and I will still hate them. Just because of my situation. I hate it but I know it will never change. Its one of my fatal flaws...
Why do I still have it in me to hate you?
Why can't I just stop?
I have come to the conclusion as of late that I am not as good of a person as people may believe. I hate people who are happy with one another and I hate the people I have lost. Someone can make the kindest jesture toward me and I will still hate them. Just because of my situation. I hate it but I know it will never change. Its one of my fatal flaws...
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Home Is Where You Make It.
These walls they know my pain. This paint it shares my tears. These nail holes they understand each and every scar. This unfinished house represents me in every possible way, it comprehends each and every moment. I've grown up here. My height has been measured in sharpie on the walls. I have sat in each and every corner whether it be for punishment or losing my self in a novel. This house isn't just a place of residence it's my home.
Yesterday I got the 90 day notice. This home is no longer mine. I have to pack my books, my Nic-nacs, and my pictures. But the thing I am putting off most is packing the memories.
I always hear of the people who 50 years down the road still live in the houses thier children grew up in... I hear about getting a complete tour of that house with each and every detail maped out. From where they lost thier first tooth, to where they stood when they came home from thier High School graduation.
I will never be able to bring my husband back to my fathers house. I will never be able to show my husband where I used to sit and stare at the painting on the wall for hours gettting lost in the beautiful sun sett. I will never be able to show him the place of my childhood. But what hurts the most is that I won't have the opportunity to show my kids where I went through everything they have gone through and all they will go through.
But I guess I'll get over it eventually. I'll find a new home. It won't be a home though. It will simply be a house.
Yesterday I got the 90 day notice. This home is no longer mine. I have to pack my books, my Nic-nacs, and my pictures. But the thing I am putting off most is packing the memories.
I always hear of the people who 50 years down the road still live in the houses thier children grew up in... I hear about getting a complete tour of that house with each and every detail maped out. From where they lost thier first tooth, to where they stood when they came home from thier High School graduation.
I will never be able to bring my husband back to my fathers house. I will never be able to show my husband where I used to sit and stare at the painting on the wall for hours gettting lost in the beautiful sun sett. I will never be able to show him the place of my childhood. But what hurts the most is that I won't have the opportunity to show my kids where I went through everything they have gone through and all they will go through.
But I guess I'll get over it eventually. I'll find a new home. It won't be a home though. It will simply be a house.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
For my Father. My Back Bone.
i can feel the pain.
its spreading from the inside
out.
i thought i would be able to mask it,
when the time came of course.
but now that
the day has arrived for me to
walk alone,
i don't know if i can walk at all.
it's beginning to cripple me,
this pain,
or at least i am made to believe.
it started out as an
annoying ache in my abdomin
but has progressed to where
i'm affraid i'll soon need a full
body cast.
i always knew that seperation would be hard,
leaving my backbone behind
while i go to live my life,
now thats a
different story.
its spreading from the inside
out.
i thought i would be able to mask it,
when the time came of course.
but now that
the day has arrived for me to
walk alone,
i don't know if i can walk at all.
it's beginning to cripple me,
this pain,
or at least i am made to believe.
it started out as an
annoying ache in my abdomin
but has progressed to where
i'm affraid i'll soon need a full
body cast.
i always knew that seperation would be hard,
leaving my backbone behind
while i go to live my life,
now thats a
different story.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Allergies.
For as long as i can remember I have always been the sniffly friend, the friend who can't feed horses, the friend who is so conjested she can't see. For as long as I can remember I have always been that friend. My best friend pointed this out to me not too long ago.
You see she knows me like the back of her hand. Of course she would she's been my best friend since kindergarten.
Anyways I believe her exact words were "You're the sick kid friend" it actually made me chuckle because its the honest truth. and my prime example of this is a time when Dina and I were in the 6th or 7th grade.
Dina's mom was always into wild life. She had a pet raccoon for the majority of our childhood and she nursed a baby blue jays back to health to many times to count on one hand. but inparticularly she had a weak spot for horses. Which would explain Dinas love of the creature. One time she took Dina and I out to her friends ranch where we were always welcome to explore. This day we didn't feel like adventure much so we decided to feed the horses. We fed them alfalfa. One of the many plants I am allergic to.. almost immediately my hand started breaking out in little red bumps. I asked Dina what we were feeding them she replied "I don't know... stuff you feed horses?"
Appearantly she wasn't comprehending the seriousness of the question so I asked her again "what are we feeding these horses? i really need to know."
She replied "probably alfalfa. why?"
My heart stoped. I had always heard of those people dying because of stuff they were allergic too.. and I was a very over dramatic 13 year old. "I'm allergic to alfalfa!" I shouted as we began to run toward the house.
When we got there her mother emmidiately told me not to touch my face so of course my face started itching uncontrolably because it was the one thing that I couldnt touch on my body..
Dinas mom turned on the hose and washed off my hands and the bumps went away. I was fine. but to this day I'm iffy when it comes to what I feed animals
You see she knows me like the back of her hand. Of course she would she's been my best friend since kindergarten.
Anyways I believe her exact words were "You're the sick kid friend" it actually made me chuckle because its the honest truth. and my prime example of this is a time when Dina and I were in the 6th or 7th grade.
Dina's mom was always into wild life. She had a pet raccoon for the majority of our childhood and she nursed a baby blue jays back to health to many times to count on one hand. but inparticularly she had a weak spot for horses. Which would explain Dinas love of the creature. One time she took Dina and I out to her friends ranch where we were always welcome to explore. This day we didn't feel like adventure much so we decided to feed the horses. We fed them alfalfa. One of the many plants I am allergic to.. almost immediately my hand started breaking out in little red bumps. I asked Dina what we were feeding them she replied "I don't know... stuff you feed horses?"
Appearantly she wasn't comprehending the seriousness of the question so I asked her again "what are we feeding these horses? i really need to know."
She replied "probably alfalfa. why?"
My heart stoped. I had always heard of those people dying because of stuff they were allergic too.. and I was a very over dramatic 13 year old. "I'm allergic to alfalfa!" I shouted as we began to run toward the house.
When we got there her mother emmidiately told me not to touch my face so of course my face started itching uncontrolably because it was the one thing that I couldnt touch on my body..
Dinas mom turned on the hose and washed off my hands and the bumps went away. I was fine. but to this day I'm iffy when it comes to what I feed animals
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