7My mother says that I need to find a way to vent my negative feelings before I kill someone. So what does she do, she gives me a stupid journal and she says that she is going to make sure that I am using it at random. She also says that you, you stupid book, are supposed to be my "best friend." Great, not only does my mother think that I have an anger management problem, but she also thinks that I will be best friends with an inanimate object. What is my family coming to?
Well, I suppose that if I have to write in here I might as well describe "normal" life around here. Ha, normal, that's really funny. I'll start with what I look like so that five years from now I can look back through here and make fun of myself for being such an odd person. I am fifteen years old and have light brown hair and green eyes that look like somebody from my art class painted them with their brush dipped in the viridian bottle. I am short and in my family and am probably something close to being a lepricon. In my family, normal height is around five foot nine to six feet five. Being that my mother is 5'7", my father is 6'4", and my older brother is nearly 6'5", I have yet to figure out how I got to be only 5'3". Even my little sister is already 5'1" and she's only in the seventh grade. I must be an "odd-ball," as my wonderful little sister says it.
My older brother, David, he's a genius, and my sister, Jenna, is like, the major over-achiever here. So where does that leave me? I'll tell you, I'm the one that gets in trouble for not A, being as good as David is, and B, setting a good standard for Jenna to live up to. My God, if she needed any high goals to reach then she's be on Jupiter by now.
Well, I'm not that interesting so I really don't know what my mom expects to find out about me. She's a psychologist and is convinced that I am not reaching my full potential because of something that is lurking in my subconscious. My dad is an OBGYN, or, an obstetrician gynecologist. This means that he is a doctor who specializes in the health and care of women and their bodies and for the love of all things in this world I can't seem to figure out why he wants to be the doctor who looks at women's, well at their, I can't write it, it's just too embarrassing to see in a solid form on paper. Oh heck, he specializes in the health of women's sex organs. That includes the whole helping them give birth thing. This can be a problem for me, very often; especially when my friends suggested I bring him in for career day instead of my mom.
That was quite possibly the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. I am really serious about me being scared for life and when I told my parents this, what do they do? Oh yeah, ground me for a week for being disrespectful. I ask you, where is the justice in that?
Oh well, I think this is enough spilling my head onto the pages of a book for one day and, anyway, mom should be happy about me writing this much. I don't think anything can really damper my mood right now since tomorrow is the last day of school and I get to celebrate by going out with some friends. Yay, they're not empty books. I can actually talk to them and get answers. I am over joyed and nothing can ruin tomorrow for me, nothing. I hope nothing can, anyway. One more though before bed, I wonder if I am the only who has ever noticed how hard it is to sound sarcastic when you are writing something. Huh, I'll have to tell my English teacher that, she loves conundrums.
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